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agnesdeer: per què serveixen totes aquestes esglésies, aquestes campanes i aquesta falsedat?
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agnesdeer: per què no creu, doncs? segurament perquè pensa molt
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agnesdeer: i’m home, my heart sobs in my veins
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agnesdeer: if there is a god what the hell is he for
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agnesdeer: la piscina que aún llenas por él
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agnesdeer: i’m drinking wine in the kitchen
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agnesdeer: the feet of people walking home
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agnesdeer: feel stifled in their homes
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agnesdeer: when did women decide to give up the world and go back home?
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agnesdeer: her limitless world shrunk to the cozy walls of home
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agnesdeer: chubby princess
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agnesdeer: festival song
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agnesdeer: country road
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agnesdeer: el cielo tiene playas
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agnesdeer: the roar of the surf was plain
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agnesdeer: the boat was headed for the beach
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agnesdeer: i believe i saw you, sir, yesterday in boston
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agnesdeer: and that same week a dead body was found on the banks of the charles
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agnesdeer: crossing the common after tea on beacon hill
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agnesdeer: she passed the park where they had cycled as children
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agnesdeer: as well as at yale, ucla, and harvard
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agnesdeer: harvard graduate school of education let down this barrier
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agnesdeer: i am free to play bridge, attend club meetings, or stay home and read
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agnesdeer: our world would be much larger than home
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agnesdeer: her home was colorful, casual
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agnesdeer: the girls are coming home in their cars and i sit by the window and watch
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agnesdeer: he's the brat
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agnesdeer: crackhouse blues
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agnesdeer: musical ladders
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agnesdeer: haces de las nubes tu carro, avanzando sobre las alas del viento