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the croquet moon and her twinkling threads and twinkling friends-
anymore wont coming over again.
what you would say to a child- 'what a joy you are to me'
what you would say to your mother- 'ill be with you presently'
what you say when its mild- 'i love the weather'
what i feel when you smile- aint nothing better.
