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No failed attempts at you. Unique answers to the other side. How may I fit my fit? How will we lie? How much land will you cry? cry ? and How blue? How bluer? Abstracted? In blue race of all that glitter wood slices is better the forest. Can't see things move any further? Then gaze afar.
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What is the sum of 8 and 5:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.