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each threshold
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guide us
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If we are separated I will
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There is one mind in all of us, one soul,
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Sedate and archaic, a twilight-frilled haze
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It’s all I have to bring today —
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And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
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while I thought of nothing
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Crossing between gain and loss:
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I can’t keep the day from being twenty-four hours long.
