Splits
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finally in.
how to get out?
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nobody wants
that's why it is
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not yet the time
just another take
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they are as if they were,
and not a bit resembling
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sticking to the surface
tortured by depths and heights
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once in a flow,
a strange reverberation
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that's why I give.
that's why they never get.
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smile for a mile.
no face for the rest of the race.
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ascend with toil.
fall with pain.
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obscure verbosity
just to explain
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on the face of it
many faces
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delivered from
delivered pain
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to reach the limit
and beyond
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