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The humus covers births. Everything smells nice and delicate. |
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Between two beatings, the wings spread, the bird flies. |
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The movements are simple, the calm is total, a few bubbles appear. |
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In the rise where everything metamorphose, the skin gets colored. |
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Beyond the masks, the eyes talk. |
