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Really? Gifted? I don’t see it
I don’t!
Briefly lifted
I won’t be dead, I won’t
So seamless
Seal it, take hold
I’ll be there
To see it unfold
Neatly drifting
Did I sell myself short?
It’s nearly shifting, but
I won’t beat it, I won’t
I’m out to get around the tie ropes
Just say you won’t hibernate now
It’s bound to come around if I go
Twenty-three
Climbing on, reward, all my love’s
Gallantry now
Sallied on towards, and miles up
Did you freak
Out at all the dots? All below, and in your
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Dialing up the dust