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162 both close by me, both Come and go     see over there, over there    wait! come! turn out at sand, burn with singing. It gives away in morning; guts infinite pass knives protect from coldness, who wants no guts now? Should become the swim when water moves on the screen in a movie    become sorry. Summer through pleasure’s floats isn’t anything. We are going through      This is a new city Birds fly, wings fly; they make bird     fly. How can I ever get          to this? But we’re moving out       of the air.       Makes better or shark singing So we’re alone But we’re nothing out of the air ...

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