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Jul 25. 2025
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1939Some call me sweet, some feel a burn. They tend to weep. Not my concern. I rise from depths, yet reach for sun. Tears flow forth and noses run.
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1537 1939Some call me sweet, some feel a burn. They tend to weep. Not my concern. I rise from depths, yet reach for sun. Tears flow forth and noses run.
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