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Chest Thumping
Heart aching, lifts the mind and all focusing on the sands of life is a beach, heart aching— The stingray so pretty until touched, then paralyzed we weep on the sand ‘til a pond of tears leaves the heart aching, lifts the mind and all focusing on the stingray, numbly missing the seashell so pretty as a pearl, it could be a pearl, it must be a pearl. It must be— heart aching.
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