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Beauty is a core of fire
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Everything run along in creation till I end the song
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The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love,
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if one were Baudelaire
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I’m not really waiting to be discovered. I’ve learned
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There is no more time
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Turning the lights out, glistening in the owl’s eye
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Remember the moon, know who she is.
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Dreamt I wrote E-L-V-I-S, held it to the mirror and it read
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And what they say / blends in the tarantellasmic sway
