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I want to stand in
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Would the sky unreel, like a cord
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the wide dry field of geese,
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Is it I who have come to this age
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The night, so warm I could fall in love
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Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
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Oh! The acceleration with which my heart does proceed,
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It might begin again here:
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I am unable
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And I became the snail I always was,
