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Then All This Became History. Your Hand Found Mine. Life Rushed To My Fingers Like A Blood Clot. Oh, My Carpenter, The Fingers Are Rebuilt. They Dance With Yours.

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

Maybe, Although My Heart Is A Kitten Of Butter, I Am Blowing It Up Like A Zeppelin.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.