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Their dreams were scrawny stray dogs
Desperately disillusioned peasant acquaintances
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
Lonely, trying to fill herself with the concert
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