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would that we could wake up to what we were
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then i am fastened into myself
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for this is Orpheus: metamorphosis
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I burned my life, that I might find
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Dream on, for dreams are sweet:
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Division into sky and earth—
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Fragile and momentary, we continue.
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and lovely laughing—oh it
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I keep seeing the moon
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I know that you think you already know but—