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I am on a street corner
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the world is turning
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Like three knowledges,
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Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,
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A Wooden way
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you allow me to think
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The whole sky is yours
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preserving a single moment longer than this one
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coming down all day without purpose
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Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought