View From My Window
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Rock my china, lovely shade on grass:
blue and green, twisted knobs of edge.
The sky, so pure and unseen,
sits on the corner of my window ledge:
I've become a lady more than a lass.
blue and green, twisted knobs of edge.
The sky, so pure and unseen,
sits on the corner of my window ledge:
I've become a lady more than a lass.
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