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(i do not know what it is 
about you that closes and
opens; only something in
me understands 
the voice of your eyes is
deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain,
has such small hands



(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
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