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Running up the hill with a new lit love |
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Pass a silver lining and then a white dove |
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Caught up in first names, all colors but blue |
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Mirrors right and left, unambiguous clues |
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Surrounding everything a thin white smoke |
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Rings of ornaments, out of leaves and fine strokes |
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Helplessly engaged in a game with no end |
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Sweet and bitter taste webs following a trend |
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Sweet and bitter taste |
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Immediate and steep lifted crossing roads |
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Repetition will displace all eventual codes |
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Converging heavily to a systems offshoot |
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Unfold into a tree redirected hard root |
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Sweet and bitter taste |