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5.69
9.iii.24
there is no time in a dream
for the dream book
I kept forgetting to
go back
at a jogtrot
now further yet and
far
thought of another
thing you’d say
I kept forgetting to
go back
through the bitter
lands
they took me aside
to show
how there’s just
such a place
we needed a nook
to do
just each other
a car was coming
had no reason
but to hide
I had forgotten to
go back
now day is inhabited
too
I have noticed
so many ports called
first sung
trill up
autumnal
it was the same
words over again
we slept just as far
as we did
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