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All day on all my days,
the lives I am not to process wash in;
anxieties lullaby on
and quite like to be gotten among;
but now-- and now-- one old,
abundant flower just screws up the room.
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All day on all my days,
the lives I am not to process wash in;
anxieties lullaby on
and quite like to be gotten among;
but now-- and now-- one old,
abundant flower just screws up the room.