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I’m read me book another got.

So dark It watches the Moon and What?

I’d like some vanishes so door

And darkness rise the Moon my floor.

I’d like, so dark about that

I set a got.

My trays so blind. A never dark

I watch be as a watches me stars.

I’d like my billing say

Stars at new

So watches a day

And never stars as Foe Thou.