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the kindly white whisp
folds us inside of it
before those teary eyes
ohhhhh we glide
through the glass divide
between the booths and sky
we smoothly promenade
simple as lemonade
and when we touch the ground
in far off fields and towns
we know we have arrived
devoid of all desire

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