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| Things a sage likes |
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| Rouge vendors come |
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| Parched throat ashen, while sobering up |
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| Come to think of it |
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| Let down, I stood in the hall |
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| Though I close my eyes |
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| Spilled from a tree-searing wind |
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| Sadly stars fall; two in love have lain side by side |
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| Coming in front of a mirror store |
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