Claire Claire, where is your hair? You are one year old and your head is still bare! I've never seen a baby with a smile so fair You're all wiggles and giggles and you don't have a care!
in your window as you fight with the curtains to cover up your nakedness from the neighbour's gaze, such a sweet display
of nothingness, of everything, of nevermind, these thing are fine, the sweet tooth sunset forgets tonight
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