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No minor miracle,
don't feel so criminal,
the words are strong
but the wings still belong.
You want an answer.
Forget the question.
Blow your trumpet, humble child!
You'll be heard for a country mile.
Tip the swear jar on your way out.
Fortune-hunters disappear in doubt.
I'll give you good advice,
sage soup for appetites.
And in return,
there's a lot left to learn.
Why does the sea run
up to the seashore?
Blow your trumpet, humble child!
You'll be heard for a country mile.
Tip the swear jar on your way out.
Fortune-hunters disappear in doubt.
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