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Fact checkers, check.
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And I shall stand here like a shadow
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My saintly attributes will be these:
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How many clouds float over them scot-free,
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I want nothing / to reveal feeling but feeling—as in freedom,
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I find it hard to be with minutes,
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Be ceremony. Be a lit candle
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until your fingers
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There was one summer
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mirrored. Think of the hive,