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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
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- "There is a crying for wine in the streets;
- I had so much fun this weekend
- "Funny,
- Getting better
- Shikayat
- Does it really take fewer muscles to smile than to...
- Armchair traveling
- Birthday by Chagall
- "She will have big boomerang eyes
- It is too late not to have my name
- Plans for the weekend
- "The journey with you into pain is what I long for"*
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About Me
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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