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then get hurt for their song I've seen the ambitious cry for they still don't belong I've smelled the lowly die right out in the street felt glory firsthand as I tasted defeat the process of nothing 1. flower box a yearling, that one-sun rose dressed finalized in greeting 
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2. the magic box spaceship, tulip fool the foot remains the miracle would be to bleed silver 3. accordion one learns love like an old accordion between the gasps and wheezes of flattened gratitude the oom-pah, the industrial an eon this mistranslation I love so  |
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