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if you hear
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Shake your head.
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Look at us, she said. We are all of us in this room
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Cymbals are played.
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and the owl says it is summer
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my eye is craving it
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then they continued their silent journey
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The master hasn’t been among us long.
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The body / puts glue on a twig and catches a bird. Glue is a tool,
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no matter how one applies oneself