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Poor summer, it doesn’t know it’s dying.
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Archer, I am my errors. Arching, I erred
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We’ve been told space
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I am not a window.
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There is rain. There is this day. There is
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I wanted to be air, or wind — to be at ease
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Many times, I have called for the rain
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Forget the afterlife, the aftertown:
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First forget what time it is
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How me of me, I know, to blame it all
