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agnesdeer: you can hear the pretty music in the tree
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agnesdeer: highgate
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agnesdeer: walking past the graveyard
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agnesdeer: none of us had ever visited him
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agnesdeer: lichen-bitten monuments
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agnesdeer: las tumbas son sus casas para siempre
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agnesdeer: motley angels
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agnesdeer: window breaking
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agnesdeer: freedom riders
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agnesdeer: una décima de segundo
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agnesdeer: hand in my pocket
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agnesdeer: vos estim a tots igual
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agnesdeer: unbilo titled
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agnesdeer: do the bad thing
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agnesdeer: remains the romantic
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agnesdeer: the slow, padding movement that yeats imagined
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agnesdeer: surrendering
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agnesdeer: ¿qué será?
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agnesdeer: jo, com a dona
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agnesdeer: no volia deixar aquelles dones
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agnesdeer: les fades i les bruixes s'estimen
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agnesdeer: her privileged situation as a well-educated woman
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agnesdeer: hey little rich girl
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agnesdeer: the cats are always trying to catch the fish, with no success
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agnesdeer: un pez del mar de la china
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agnesdeer: you've either got to amuse people or feed 'em or shock 'em
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agnesdeer: together with betsy and hilda
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agnesdeer: no anecdotes of lsd trips
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agnesdeer: if we made a dash for the national gallery
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agnesdeer: that evening after work