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Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
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Nonetheless.
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music maybe,
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Looking oblique littles
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In the next world, should I remember
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It’s dusk falling to dark.
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Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
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And so I say to you now
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Night, stop writing your name in silver ink on the dark brown paper.
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I can measure
