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The distance turns
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O, to take what we love inside,
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Oh, animal, I thank you.
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And now that you‘re here be brave.
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Everything looks like gold.
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It was all so Orfeo
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They might not need me; but they might.
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by now it is too late to wonder
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If recollecting were forgetting,
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stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
