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agnesdeer: fear of bliss
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agnesdeer: ‘and you,’ i interrupted, ‘cannot at all imagine the craving i have for fraternal and sisterly love
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agnesdeer: turn up the sun
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agnesdeer: ¿què et sembla, si ara mateix ens n’anéssim a veure anna?
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agnesdeer: com si recordés alguna cosa
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agnesdeer: cada burbuja que estalla es una puerta abierta
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agnesdeer: anem-nos-en demà passat, si vols
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agnesdeer: oh, how your bubble's gonna burst
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agnesdeer: muy lejos de esta pompa de jabón
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agnesdeer: the soap-bubble afternoons
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agnesdeer: and took on gorgeous colors the way that soap bubbles did
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agnesdeer: “but esther, don’t you remember what day it is today?”
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agnesdeer: and a week later anne left too
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agnesdeer: in your eyes
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agnesdeer: “oh, but it is esther, isn’t it, esther?” joan said
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agnesdeer: don't play that song
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agnesdeer: dos gardenias
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agnesdeer: we need to find like-minded companions
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agnesdeer: just remember i'll be by your side
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agnesdeer: “is this esther?”
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agnesdeer: truth, candor, and sincerity
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agnesdeer: loving hearts, but brave ones
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agnesdeer: doce palabras
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agnesdeer: we met often and consulted frequently
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agnesdeer: i was happy once more amongst my friends…
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agnesdeer: …locked like sisters…
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agnesdeer: “well, esther”
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agnesdeer: hello stranger