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Love everywhere, exploding, maims and blinds |
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A living dance upon dead minds |
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Love everywhere, exploding, maims and blinds |
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A living dance upon dead minds |
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But surely does not forget, perish |
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Sleep cannot be photographed, measured |
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Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains |
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But surely does not forget, perish |
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Sleep cannot be photographed, measured |
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Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains |
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Why it's love but at the earliest spear |
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Of sun, perfectly should disappear |
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Who wields a poem huger than the grave? |
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Who wields a poem huger than the grave? |
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Who wields a poem huger than the grave? |
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Who wields a poem huger than the grave? |
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But surely does not forget, perish |
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Sleep cannot be photographed, measured |
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Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains |
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But surely does not forget, perish |
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Sleep cannot be photographed, measured |
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Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains |
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But surely does not forget, perish |
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Sleep cannot be photographed, measured |
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Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains |
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But surely does not forget, perish |
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Sleep cannot be photographed, measured |
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Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains |
