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I walked among the trees I wore the mask of the deer (remember me, try to remember) I am that laughing man When you think that winter I will come. You'll feel my breath, I am the blue eye a trickle of water, You will hear me singing I'll come with daisies in my hands, we'll dance among the sycamores (Lauren Raine -1997) |
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I distort the picture I paint |
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