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| god |
all the animals laying trail beyond the bough winds mild the reflecting electricity eyes... tears, the life that was ours grows sharper and stronger away and beyond short wheeling - fresh spring gripped with blanched bones - moaned magnesium, proverbs and sobs... howling the pack in formation appears diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead waving us back in formation, the pack in formation... |
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| birdmad |
We would go on as though nothing was wrong And hide from these days - we remained all alone Staying in the same place, staying out the time Touching from a distance, further all the time joy_division |
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