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Forgive us, we blamed you
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Just before it blows into bloom
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shadow
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The way Swann, his whole life, loved
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this absurd fraction in its lowest terms
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as oboes as anyone
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Laughter and sadness eventually become the same song turning us
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Please linger
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because I know how to play this game. I may not be a natural,
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Accepts a better Latitude –
