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Karen ca at the bank of the River which was in her sight only but it was an i of her own, she was singing unintensionally;

’’Like this swirling Sky is touchingon the beds of us, every day ithands of us!

walking on the way, don’t knohere it leads!

To on the spot of us! Like us

none can imitate the couple, are we, none’s like us!

hmummm lalalalalalalalalalalalahmummm