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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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for the two of us
the world is not here I hear birds lifting their heavy wings you are forever my heart`s native magician of spring remains lighter in a distant corner of my soul the fir-tree branches and the rain the mulberries drained on our lips white clouds on a March morning our castle still unfurnished for the two of us the world is not here
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