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Life is a guitar, a singing man
stretching like a crack...
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It bears Four secret names.
Three appear...
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As the heat of the rain pierces the thirsty
bosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of...
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sobbing on the staircase,
but the tears weren't mine...
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the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...
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I was young the day I met you,
too young to read the shadows in your grin...
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White paths, winding, secret
From the mountain down to the village...
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The physical world is an insult
to the human soul...
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Thank you
for taking something...
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Let it be summer again
I am tired of the winter...
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If I bury you in my subconscious,
Which part of you would I forget...
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the fallacy of boyhood
a starting line with no end...