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And I knew Mingus was a genius. I knew two
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Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only
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In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
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not flare till there’s no blind
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If I am not Ulysses, I am
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When I was home de
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I ran from room to room,
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“She’s beautiful,
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Falling as in the silence falleth now
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their blond legs burn like brush.