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the reflections
the reflections. i saw them ther, the still waters. cold, like my heart.. deserted even the gloomy thoughts and ther, then my hand.. touched the still waters, it rippled. o'er that perfect mirror.. it rippled. the still waters, touched my hand.. and ther, then even the gloomy thoughts deserted my heart.. cold, like the still waters. i saw them ther, the reflections.
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