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we be snapped out of boredom, in a jiffy-
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while the blue sky pulses like an hallucination
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again the moon: now
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Just an eraser smudge,
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That time falls fast across the fading light like snow,
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we are all happy and young and toothless
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all the time, I am writing
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truth and fiction taking turns,
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There’s nothing I don’t know
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The birds don’t alter space.