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##@§£**«-, Mean No Harm But It Is Not In Our Best ,-«**£§@##
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##@§£**«-, Important Things Elsewhere. He Is Weary ,-«**£§@##
##@§£**«-, When He Returns Home, Each Day More So ,-«**£§@##
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§§**-,,,,, Are Glad, For The Flowers Are Beautiful ,,,,,-**§§
§****-,,,, And Smell Good, And There Is Little ,,,,-****§
#§£*-,,,,, Decoration In Our House. But When ,,,,,-*£§#
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