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I become speechless, cold, my body turns silver
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Those who live to have it and
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the moving wind
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try to go to the great
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Poetry is my rock & my disco ball. So many, pushing
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Please take
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One question leads to another.
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Far from this world’s demonic guise
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Those I have / loved happen still in my mind, occur there
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When you turn around, starting here, lift this
