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would that I be stronger was once a girl you knew not much and yet the world has changed and I am changing too though more than years as rings to dry stains into my bark to hold as love the living come each moment to impart the devil's thorn from lilac torn and wings inspired by flame held in these imperfect hands as I have loved the same
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