if a wise friend tiptoes out like a melody leaves the mind break the ceiling with your pillowthighs and rain wine- quick, grab a cup! you're thirsty like a liar drink your good luck! they wisely have shown you where to gamble your roots- and not on them! once again there's nothing ahead. don't look for the future open us nowly instead. now i won't speak more of R, of us; language cannot touch that touch.
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