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stars you’ll never get counted,
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The spin of it continuous as in looking down
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Yellow is hurried,
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We cannot be excused from this
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Sinewy voices from under the earth
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The light here leaves you
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Late-staying swallow
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I am the fool that has faith in Never.
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verily verily I say unto you
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Something to fill an empty spot.