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Oh how I miss those days,
When every pain was full of grace,
& every night I slept alone,
& & every day I was so weak,
With will of steel, & heart of stone,
... & still that Love was what I...

But then it came a single sound
With astral nights and calcite
And algebra and symmetry
And none of this was lost on me
And I could see how still I'd been before
...
If I don't eaaaaaaat, I...