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I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
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