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About Menot much
I exist only when you perceive my presence The day I died was in the fields where green was my chronicles, where forget-me-not's sang their last recall of my memory, and perked at the sound of my name. Comments
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About Menot much
I exist only when you perceive my presence The day I died was in the fields where green was my chronicles, where forget-me-not's sang their last recall of my memory, and perked at the sound of my name. Comments
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