Get up, Star, if you don't want to sit down. Open the door and let me in. There's a bottle of butter nearby, and you'll get a drink for your wife. >I hope you don't reject me
In the valleys of loneliness
I am weak and sad
From Sunday to Sunday
I'm fighting my life
'I'm waiting every evening
to see who will come next
And no one in the world will come
's my heart
How happy is the bird that rises every day
—and rests again on the same tree
N— that's for myself – and for my first thousand loves. Sir, if you don't want to sit down, open the door and let me in. There's a bottle of butter nearby, and your wife will have a drink that night. I hope you don't reject me before your day

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