Whats the first word you think of when I say... [7]

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There is always something left to love.
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spot~pebble~peb~pebb~
in any order
they/them



perhaps i can make something of this unreality...
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from that song from the live action Cinderella with Lily James ^v^
also, I love your answer, @spottedpebble :D




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spot~pebble~peb~pebb~
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Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under
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Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under
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I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.
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