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untransfigured even by hope. Understand I was the one
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And thus, without a Wing
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“these had transmuted
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It is true I am as twisted as the cactus
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Some kind of extra firmament,
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Flesh of the sky, child of the sky, the mind
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stars you’ll never get counted,
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The spin of it continuous as in looking down
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Yellow is hurried,
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We cannot be excused from this