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wallflower
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sixteen MORE facts
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i've grown away from flower pictures,
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twenty summers passed
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read the description. dat is all.
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amongst the branches
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no. 1,000,001
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as delicate as a flower
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oh, what a cliché
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money can't buy happiness.
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drifting, reaching
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it's winter, but it feels like fall
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electric
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summer summer summer summer
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fragile
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i am the walrus
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vast
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clover field