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| a little tail |
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| two wary ambassadors of the provisional love beach. |
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| a casually appropriated spire makes the heart lean out |
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| are we strangers yet? then maybe it's time we meet again. |
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| as we all know, the law as it is now and has been in the past, is somebody else's desire-the desire of the powerful and the wealthy. oscar guardiola-rivera |
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| the cup of temptation |
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| and the pit. |
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| dig love |
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| the dogs of love are ever hunting |
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| drawing near and far from love |
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| emilie simon |
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| great literature defines itself against such desire. to put it bluntly, great literature is revolutionary. oscar guardiola-rivera |
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| oh, hi dad. the ghost on the beach. |
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| hug the catcher |
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| i buried my head |
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| o love |
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| i cant stay awake, i cant sleep, if i do the thug comes in. |
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| i didnt understand a god damn thing |
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| i know it's my fault. i know you wont believe it. |
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| i want a woman but i'm too far gone for anyone but a desperate predator |
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| i wonder if i'm at all related to humanity. |
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| if i laugh |
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| immigrant song |
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| just love |
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| insert, the lagoon of ghosts |
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| love alone |
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| looks like we made it,were not gonna make it |
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| vanishing horizon love |
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| love a crushing wave |
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| love is all he said |
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| love letters |
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| love hidden |
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| love in the beginning |
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| loving uncertainty |
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| it'll never happen again |
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| comfort and despair |
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| impossible love |
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| secret love |
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| star butter |
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| swallow one |
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| love the longest beach |
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| the lost lover was a replacement. |
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| this way to the nitrous oxide chamber |
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| well i'll be gull damned, or tower of here today gone tomorrow, for king david. |
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| triptick |
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| vengeance is mine |
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| some kind of record |
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| what's the use |
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| when the field is free there we roll |
apologies to any one who wishes one.


















































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