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##@£%*;«,, Built Of Dark Clay And Abandoned By A ,,«;*%£@##
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#£****;«,, Mean No Harm But It Is Not In Our Best ,,«;****£#
@@@£%*;«,, Interest To Do So. There Is Important ,,«;*%£@@@
#@££%*;«,, Work That Needs To Be Done, And It Cant ,,«;*%££@#
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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 ,,«;*%£@@#
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#@@£%*;«,, Them All Down In A Frenzy. We Are ,,«;*%£@@#
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##@£%*;«,, Beautiful! We Wait Just Until Father ,,«;*%£@##
##@£%*;«,, Comes Home And Until Then We Enjoy ,,«;*%£@##
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##@£%*;«,, But We Always Shoo Them Out. With Fresh ,,«;*%£@##
##@£%*;«,, Cut Flowers Thrown Right Outside The ,,«;*%£@##
##@£%*;«,, House He Suspects And Resents Our ,,«;*%£@##
##@£%*;«,, Inaction. But He Doesn'T Have The ,,«;*%£@##
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#@@£%*;«,, Are Distracted. We Are Not As ,,«;*%£@@#
#@@£%*;«,, Persistent As Father And Quickly Fall ,,«;*%£@@#
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