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this poem is passionthis poem is fashionoh, it could bewe all have dreams requestedbecause thisday is as beautiful as fragileas whirling butterfliesfo..
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Fare thee wellto thy seashell churning the storm chiming the sweet tunebecausethat puzzles meto aswift circulationthroughthe clouds looping loopshell..
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i was sitting on a curband, was feeling, in a slump in (almost) a-funk got drunki can't take it, wasn't hiding insideand i don't, to my wide heart su..
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What canI do ?Ihad no choiceFrom here on outThis thought isOnlyMore scatteredIn looking forSimpleStraight aheadThe lightSearchingGettingThe ladderAros..
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Hanging high from a cliffwanders edgesStill providingFirmlyembededIn spirit to burstYou can find fruit anywhereCatch my heartiwatchyou dance in the ai..
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Collecting great hats around usForgeting great hats each daySitting, remembering,to layor haveanlower doorway on the library floor when soonThank you,..
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taking shelter on the highest mountainclimbing up a treetoponto those long down linesi see myself defining ita silver cloudlet me walkwhere eagles dar..
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when the day is donewhen the night comes onforlovesake pull up downhill underfoot on petalseach other sweetly a drummer and a dreameras-likeni neverdi..
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i hold a string better forthwiththethinking, the sinking,this is thenew stepsperhapsremaining of what's realbooks how come thiers isbulging onshelves ..
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Oobring inor out to the breezesWhat I wantssweet dreams sweet-heartto releases in between winds, places, for a while back & forthin those flying cloud..
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