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like calamity. Now he tore
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We see it move and shine and swallow it.
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Nothing for ears, nothing for eyes;
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The oval portrait
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Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant
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i wonder what is coming
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staying up and waiting
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The darkness, a magician, finds quarters
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the same—an experience which is
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its flame will swim through cold water,