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the magical half-tab / you’re waiting to take. Rimbaud to Verlaine,
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And beauty came like the setting sun:
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What are they called.
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My world is hydrogen burning in space and in the
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The longing to be pure
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But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
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to hear it purr. I asked science is there a way
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About which you can do nothing,
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But half our life is
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If I lived in a railroad car,
