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Let wind be the reason. Let July. Let clouds marshal
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but there are no words
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Stories aren’t only to ease us into sleep
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Don’t we crave staring at the horizon
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Oh! The acceleration with which my heart does proceed,
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Walk / backward out of the room you have made out
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No reason,
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we win everything
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Sometimes I feel like that too. Sometimes I feel like a swine pearls are being cast
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After a while
