Bark-brown fence post:
I don't love you.
Poem too long:
I don't love you.
Lunch in a bowl:
I don't love you.
Physics, the idea of you,
the laws of you:
I don't love you.
I am not in love..
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Yes, Yoske. The men in the flour mill are so strong and brave.
Yes, Feivel. Yes , I am a good girl.
Yes, Saul. Yes, yes, I love sweets.
Yes, oh yes, Itzik. Oh yes..
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