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I dove down my mental lake fear and love:
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My eye can
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Are they animal? Mineral?
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I see the yellow maculations spread
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It’s important to find a mystery
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I thought it would never end
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Oh, may the plangent breeze, the softly sighing reeds,
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Oh, sometimes already my body has felt like the body of a flower!
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All this new technology
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I do what I have done
