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Seems its become man's cross death lasting duty to dispose completely of the bright behind beauty... And this word is somehow then killed, and put back
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To somehow have it so that the long arm of all apathy might sit comfortably free beside the committed empty hopeful humaned world Do you take to take
(A ways outside the tower and turmoil of towns,) In the quiet color cutting of another spendid sunset... on the spit of wire spun between two telephone
(The No) A skeptic can be grown in no-time from the treated torso of anyone torn in two And in this era of the owned and indebted who, the means to
threat in a dead-end collect of your self in extents... to let off a small fearfire in the gone that sleeps inside you, all to sever an arm for a clear
And you wait in your window, for FOUND to come find you... And you had thoughts that went black across the space beween facts, you knew not, clear into
