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He has no lips now nor a mouth He owns no physical tools with which you are acquainted and yet, I assure you he quite likely has the most beautiful smile you could imagine Even now he is likely to be found in some hidden corner of the universe right next to me, chuckling about the fuss we have made She would tell us to return home, to sing a song, she might hear it echo, ages hence, returning to listen from time, to time, to time... He would sing it himself if only he had lips Conceived February 4, 2002
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