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Your teeth, Your skin, hold secrets deep within.
some may call them words, some may call them limbs.
Summer comes with ease, brisk like Winters Eve,
Somewhere there’s a way, If you’d only just believe.
Someone’s out there far, far, far away
Yet still they’re close at heart, for the things you’d always say.
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