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Darkly risen
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(Turn vase into a hat and wear it)
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You can’t work any more. You dream,
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Have you ever noticed how
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I have gone to Swan City where the ghost of Maldoror may still roam
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If this trick works we can rub our hands
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Let the / desert bloom through ruins we can look out of, let us
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Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests / of our lives.
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A hand holds out whatever
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Orange swirling flame of days,
