HopInTheSingleLife

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  I fixed upon nature The sounds of fact, or fable As if some kind of staple   Missing out on lecture   It was a laburnum  
While looking upon all this romance, I have nothing to call mine But at least i am not one of those who are love blind. 
I, Myself, Who is guinuine to the highest degree is not always as confident as everybody sees.  
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