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All the junk that goes with being human
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Orpheus hesitated beside the black river.
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I push my big grey wet snout through the green,
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And now it’s my
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And then you see.
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this time catch hold of it: flashing,
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It is all right. All they do
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and the voice of man was never dear to me,
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is the covenant of night, crawling in my body
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Like someone carefully not looking at a scorpion