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Smiling
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Their friendship will be glorious, their time has no limit.
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the texture of persimmons,
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I thought I saw Robert Johnson
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comes from all sides a thousand-
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For my happiness, I’ll call it
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I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
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The time when you knew the unknown thing.
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above a flare of etchings, a lineage
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Did I ever walk the morning streets at twenty,