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And therefore I look upon everything
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In its folds,
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you can tell me everything.
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When I was about ten
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to make of the ache of inwardness—
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Arbitrary, a sound comes, a reminder
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The heart is so tired of beating
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I don’t expect the light
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we have yet a while / to fill this tape: it’s
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Sing as if nothing were wrong.
