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Your two dimensions are line and inclination.
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I have no voice to say how high
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Whatever was bound to happen
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The way now sometimes what’s in me is silent, too,
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I am no longer free:
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4. The erotically swollen moon
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Should the wide world roll away
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They’ll tell you that it’s all in vain
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But no, the ship is silent,