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DarlingClandestine's Balm for Live Bodies is a thick, rich, buttery... |
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Once around, they say. Once around on the old wooden wheel, up and up with... |
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Odd and wondrous, these trinkets the suitors bring—astonishing... |
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You were born of storms, the lovely-haired child of the wind and the sea.... |
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Stay true in the mud, for that's where the motor of the earth meets... |
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The burlesque? It's got nothing on you. They're only women. You... |
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There is a story here. I haven't written it. With notes of green figs... |
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It's the eyes that tell you. When you shout into the crowd, daring... |
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True enough, you're everything Buffalo Bill said you were. Some days... |
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