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What world is this?
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thou very fact of dreams, thou majestical
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Tonight, away begins to go
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carefully, for he was on fire.
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breathing poems
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around the phonograph, which is the grooved
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from the speeding passage of time, and so maybe
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Behold the customary loves and friendships – the cold guards
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as before, fingers perfectly
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and our hopes such as they are