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looking out of a word
o world
whom nobody owns
or made
turn it on the tongue
the picture of sunshine
head dark of glass
survey the city of the eye
take turns
far out of intention
how differently the day sits now
inside the blaze a star
inside the tree
this climbing thicket
for a perch
and sing
now I see what
they mean
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