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we've got the balls.
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Things.
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asleep and dreaming.
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There's never enough time.
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a lack of color.
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taip ir gyvenam.
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Metamorphosis.
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apple trees.
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Gold in the air of summer.
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tiny vessels and wounds.
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intersections.
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she was trying to turn them off but it didn't seem to work
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Dancing the night away.
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Sometimes I lose my head.*
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Chico.
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