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Answer
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Starry
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starry
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night
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Paint
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your
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palette
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blue
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and
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gray
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Look
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out
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on
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a
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summer's
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day
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with
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eyes
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that
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know
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the
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darkness
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in
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my
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soul
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Shadows
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on
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the
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hills
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Sketch
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the
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trees
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and
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the
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daffodils
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Catch
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the
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breeze
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and
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the
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winter
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chills
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in
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colors
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Answer
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on
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the
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snowy
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linen
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land
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Now
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I
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understand
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what
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you
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tried
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to
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say
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to
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me
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and
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how
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you
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suffered
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for
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your
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sanity
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and
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how
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you
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tried
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to
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set
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them
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free
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They
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did
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not
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listen,
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they
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did
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not
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know
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how
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Perhaps
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they'll
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listen
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now
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Answer
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Starry
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starry
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night
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Flaming
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flowers
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that
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brightly
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blaze
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Swirling
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clouds
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in
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violet
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haze
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reflect
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in
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Vincent's
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eyes
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of
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china
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blue
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Colors
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changing
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hue
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Morning
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fields
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of
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amber
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grain
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Weathered
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faces
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lined
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in
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pain
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are
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soothed
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beneath
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the
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artist's
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loving
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hand
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Now
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I
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understand
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Answer
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what
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you
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tried
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to
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say
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to
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me
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How
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you
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suffered
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for
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you
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sanity
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How
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you
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tried
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to
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set
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them
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free
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They
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would
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not
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listen,
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they
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did
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not
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know
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how
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Perhaps
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they'll
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listen
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now
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For
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they
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could
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not
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love
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you
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But
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still
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your
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love
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Answer
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was
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true
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And
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when
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no
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hope
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was
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left
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in
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sight
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on
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that
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starry
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starry
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night
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you
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took
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your
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life
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as
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lovers
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often
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do
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But
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I
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could
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have
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told
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you
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Vincent
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this
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world
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was
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never
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meant
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for
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one
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as
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beautiful
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as
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you
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Starry
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starry
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Answer
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night
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portraits
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hung
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in
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empty
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halls
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Frameless
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heads
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on
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nameless
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walls
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with
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eyes
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that
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watch
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the
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world
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and
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can't
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forget
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Like
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the
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strangers
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that
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you've
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met
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The
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ragged
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men
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in
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ragged
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clothes
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The
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silver
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thorn,
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a
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bloody
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|
rose
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lie
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crushed
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and
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broken
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on
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Answer
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the
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virgin
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|
snow
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Now
|
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I
|
|
think
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I
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know
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what
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you
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tried
|
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to
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say
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to
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me,
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and
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how
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you
|
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suffered
|
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for
|
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your
|
|
sanity,
|
|
and
|
|
how
|
|
you
|
|
tried
|
|
to
|
|
set
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|
them
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|
free
|
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They
|
|
would
|
|
not
|
|
listen,
|
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they're
|
|
not
|
|
listening
|
|
still
|
|
Perhaps
|
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they
|
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never
|
|
will
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