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The body / puts glue on a twig and catches a bird. Glue is a tool,
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no matter how one applies oneself
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When I watch you dancing there is a
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Recall that the universe
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would that we could wake up to what we were
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How close does the dragon’s spume
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Lift, wind, my exile from my eyes;
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we were cured—had advanced
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The train whistle still wails its ancient sound
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We must admit there will be music despite everything.