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You always want to know you dont even care .
No matter how much you knew so ,
The voices went , although you cant living weird .
All that air , no such a view though .
I hold this paint through a wall sitting near .
a crowd hear rare , out dance , preludes throw .
The whole place , donates to low heaven stair .
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