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with a nod the wizened old face glew.
let there be light he whispered to himher?
why.
why.
why.
thoughts blow around and
the rain
it patters
pitpatpitpatpitpat
shah shah shah
murmuring do the trees crowl
why
why
why
alice she flyed.
she flyed far down
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ohlife is it really but a
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do we knowno
why
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