| Though I close my eyes |
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| Spilled from a tree-searing wind |
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| Sadly stars fall; two in love have lain side by side |
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| Coming in front of a mirror store |
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| Like a weak-minded scout |
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| Uneventfully / and pleasantly I go on putting on weight |
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| Violets have withered |
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| Stars in the great sky fall in confusion |
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| Die for a thing like that? |
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| The Little man I always see on the streetcar |
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