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away from her shoulder, away
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I swing out over the earth
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The seasons are no longer what they once were,
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You need to be breathing
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I want to see what you see
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I’ll open the only door
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Instead of a mad weir of tigerish waters,
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In a rapture of rage, for perfection’s endowment,
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What am I to myself
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Tonight let’s sit awhile on our suitcases filled with reason,