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to that edge, that border in the night
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Coyote’s tongue slides into night
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She has the frisson-fright air of a gypsy —
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Flame cataracts of heaven in seething swarms
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learn the river insect’s secret
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Ain’t there one damn song that can make me
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We could steal time, just for one day
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What world is this?
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thou very fact of dreams, thou majestical
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Tonight, away begins to go