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Oh,
to find
the knife...
...to cleave,...
extract this
offending
meat. |
   
If
I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The King started laughing and talking in rhyme.
-Neil Young
From "Words (Between The Lines of Age)" |
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