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The rust of barn-sides: different chemical effect
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The light grew tired of walking.
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And when I am no longer analogous,
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my servants, my invisible servants are
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What is the word
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and memory’s wick
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In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
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diaphanous bodies
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when magma comes to the surface
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where dust-wings pull from us