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so triangles become Orion
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Oh how they looked at me,
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The hills touch each other gently
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Please linger
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I believe the world is beautiful
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Let plain things please you again
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this is / where we have come with our age
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i am running into a new year
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I remember all the different kinds of years.
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So much of any year is flammable,
