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How beautiful they are, those shapes
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And the chandelier strides like a sixteen-pointer
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Cool, cool minutes. No one
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Do you have a match you can light
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The real truth about it is my kind of life’s no better off
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I’d like to lie in the cool grass
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It is March and black dust falls out of the books
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Here is March again.
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The clock reads the time
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They’re perfectly visible this evening,
