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Will words come?
Weave themselves Like threads of ivy-spring? Begin. A solemn answer, Give your best. Cast eyes Upward, Downward. Begging in Dramatic Silence. Inward eyeballs Searching Flick-flick-flickers Of vague Heres-and-theres. Blinking, reaching -- Ah! Something ... Something At last! There it is! I see it, too! In those baby eyes. Follow the steps - Juice it up - A kiss for Good Luck. Our Stories, Our Amens.
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