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when i celebrate sleep, my dreams are beautiful.  but i take them for real.  i found i can't kill things.  i'm destined to be a poor poet but i'm welcomed back to maine to build things.  i think what i want's under my feet and i won't look yet in case i wreck it.  i wreck lots of things, usually for the best.
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