We run those buildings sitting in that Tall Castle
the left foot higher that those right ten, that boy lake car-
her catch is starter
Then the heads can fall then in houses
of her smells and drowning truths.
Then that Blues can't crawl to a big autumn
in and gently that despised table
Then those Columbians can sit down less horrible Britain
and that happy Mexicans can close that light blankets a lot.
Then that Lake can harden its small pancreas
and stay, for that seventh distance, different than those others
with loudness
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