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Resist loss of the miraculous
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those red silk cords,
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how can it be so late all at once
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I too, shift into
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Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
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The dark thought, the shame, the
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Whenever I say the word Future,
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When the world vanishes, I will come back
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And I don’t know my own banks.
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None of your blustering entrances
