| She loves shy speech
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| Applique forest in the vertical river
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| Her handwriting is machine, rock
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| Her profile is like a dream of silence
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| You know her, you know her
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| You will know, you will know her
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| You know her, you know her
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| You will know, you will know her
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| She loves weasel jam
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| Arithmetic, summer and blood experiments
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| And her emerald eyebrows
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| Ears under the sign of the moon
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| You will recognize her from a thousand
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| Her image is carved on the heart
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| You will recognize her from a thousand
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| By words, by eyes, by voice
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| Her image is carved on the heart
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| Aromas of gladiolus.
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| She loves the river clock
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| Call signs of rain in a dim gazebo.
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| Autumn stretches in a locked cage
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| Long, long time until spring.
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| You will recognize her from a thousand
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| Her image is carved on the heart
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| You will recognize her from a thousand
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| By words, by eyes, by voice
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| Her image is carved on the heart
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| Aromas of gladiolus.
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| You know her, you know her
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| You know her, you know her
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| You will know, you will know, you will know her
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| You know her, you know her
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| You will recognize her from a thousand
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| Her image is carved on the heart
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| You will recognize her from a thousand
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| The scent of gladiolus |