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together with marvels and follies
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Come here, then. Every ditch
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I have lashed
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You are always a distance
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It is a good day when I see you,
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lying on this bed while she wanders in
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you don’t know where life takes you. It’s the way the pounding
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There’s never any ash, anything to sift through.
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Yes, your passion, yes, the time of a flower.
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I was born too much
