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Must yer dada always be linked to miracle? Or manacle say of the songing prison of Paris? I have slipped your streets my love, and torn all their blogs. Made day fright and fright pave its cobble stoned wheel of these street we sauntered our back to the hedge of the ancient library looming volume of their leeward high and low, as any lovers do they see. Peace. And Please. Kiss.