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The truth has many forms which are not its form
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Ah, Love, there is no fleeing from thy might,
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Is it a sin to take the moon? On a night like this?
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How you can blow up
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clockwork
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Everything beautiful lay both forwards and backwards.
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This moment—what is it—just
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If you have time to chatter
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All comes back to us. If it isn’t stopped, each heart,
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Because with you I can cross
