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Meant by her to recognize a painting
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The rectangles of light became triangles,
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I came to the crowd seeking friends
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I’m on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu
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finally blew all the circuits.
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Center, how you from all things living
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here we are
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Groundless. The tall voice in my throat totters
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I want to shut
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Someone should play me
