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all the ground around was a mirror of the sky
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full of clouds, shadows, and dancing shrubbery
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i want to skid around in my flats, maybe
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i’ll make my mother worried, but i’ll paint
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beautiful portraits of her favorite saint
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with the most unthreatening shade
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of white. imagine how i once played.
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