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7 I will pull down . The miracle. Circling in the stars. And hold onto it. I am forcing words from you . That suit my ears. And think myself justified. To build a nest. Where I can make them hatch. Into light little birds. Capable of flying out. To bring us back. Those days that are gone . Now (11) = p. 8. Now (12) = p. 9. When the world. In ... ................
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