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I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.
-Clarice Lispector
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I Hear The Mad Song Of A
Clarice Lispector
I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.
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