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Write me a Will you laughing boy,
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The one that I love - doesn't love me.
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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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Pieces that said shrug a shrug and then another and one to right with the eyes that squint and one to left with rhythm that never left. And piece after piece, after piece they stich themselves, née weave a tapestry that is the dance your very walk swayed
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