I count my life in dreams. Dublin, sail home with me, and I will show you what green truly is. Amsterdam, ride on my back, and I'll pluck tulips for you in the wind. Bordeaux, step into my arms and I'll crush your grapes with my toes. Take me with you, world, and tuck me into your crevices
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