and everyone'sin love and flowers pick themselves - Quote by E.E. Cummings)
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who knows if the moon’sa balloon,coming out of a keen cityin the sky–filled with pretty people?( and if you and I shouldget into it,if theyshould take me and take you into their balloon,why thenwe’d go up higher with all the pretty peoplethan houses and steeples and clouds:go sailingaway and away sailing into a keen city which nobody’s ever visited,wherealways it’s Spring)and everyone’sin love and flowers pick themselves
