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I begin to imagine the chances against
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Red scarves silking endlessly
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And I had no more Eyes
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Which is the sound of the land
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take this, hurry.
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White snow. A winter landscape, & the hush when I come back to it as bitter & serene
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I wish for higher meaning and its histrionics to cease.
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And I looked at my companion, and I said Where are we?
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The known universe
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want to describe myself like a picture I observed