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I will move from the floor on which I lie again. I will find a carpet. We plied the ocean floor for pearls. We scented reek made sweet smells. We hushed typhoons into gales. Why did we turn sorrow out of love again? (April 2005) Copyright �2005 Olivier Serrat |
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