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you were at home & we were dancing
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we use too many materials we don’t own
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During that era we did
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Doctor, look into my eyes
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It is late morning,
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that sumptuousness of presence, so the heart
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I wish I was a flame dancing in a candle
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Sweet potato plant of my addictions,
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September’s sweet dust gathered
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whisk away
