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for the quiet grinding deep inside oh small spidersilk soul
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And you are followed by the rise
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I step outside
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I don’t understand. I’m trying
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Spring comes as sharply now as then—
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Don’t back away. Turtle into it
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The day is taken by each thing and grows complete.
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We can be lights for each other,
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So much sunlight falls
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come save the stupid, drooped
