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Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Since feeling is first
Next time don't drop acid and down a dozen shots right before the rehearsal dinner
Everything existed as though painted in a dream
Come and dance with me in the rain
Maybe because we like to cry. Maybe because neither of us can believe.
somewhere
We CAN walk through walls since we're only 0.01% substance
You look sane, motionless like that
I must have waited all my life for this
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Suppalpation
James Joyce's love letters to Nora Barnacle
death of my mother
Do not go gentle into that good night
The Poetical Lucre of Enduring Optimism
This is not America
the solution to the problem of world hunger
Ashes to Ashes
anyone lived in a pretty how town
Beyond
If your wish be to close me
what if a much of a which of a wind
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