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Black and solid separation
I am with you on an equal basis.
What are you crying? Give me a better hand,
Promise to come again in a dream.

I'm with you like a mountain on the mountain ...
I was with you in the world of the meeting is not.
you would only occasionally Midnight
Through the Star sent me greetings.
1946

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