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Runs a Swedish paradox As a man of The Earth And from Paraguay where it snows Lights and Music for him As I waited by Mumford with shoes Old ones- I was four And wanted an autograph

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But we were solar And had enough of the night And Boney And bus fluids like irving DEF That shot our lungs with rays of Burin That depthness from the Earth As it forsook our home Nova Scotia sold a story In our - Our way of time And shodden trees of Quispamsis Were barren After Blaine And Jeff’s ruin For every friend Who became a man And stole nothing But repeats of time And lilacs for Donna To the Queen of Heaven Who permissed New tunes upon beaches And shirtless men With ice in mind And heaven at home

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