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I ran to the sea
You, born of the water, could you ever live far from the sea?
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I remember sun, and running
bone whistle
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
"Faith" is a fine invention
Joy to the World
I should be running in the sunshine
Fear Nothing
Dexter
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