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it was she that lit the world just then
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O, to take what we love inside,
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Let there be a landscape of open eyes
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In this light, constrained spirit,
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Memory / builds this kingdom from the fragments
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This is where we look up at the stains
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’Tis the An-gu, the Kat-ci-na,
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there are those who come to the desert
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The leaves fall. In the withered
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Whoever loves for years
