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My only advice is not to go away.
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inside these wrappings
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And yet the notes recur. They hover oddly
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As the firefly ignites and fades out, ignites and fades out—in glimpses we can trace its flight
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The clouds dispersed into semicolons
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The sun is all in the bottle cap
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Angels were singing, didn’t you hear?
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The voice of a violin lasts in the air
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we live in an understudy world
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back when wildflowers