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First day of the night A solar affair and a broken few Six windows to the heart and green months Anxiety in the room and money away For the bigger steer reflective Not enough to pay the amounts, Money to make in the Rose Garden Look at this empty court- and see the room Wooden furniture, lights aplenty Ron is in season Wear black- I have friends in Nova Scotia And freedom from the State Sun Republic Sure Shine Let’s make sounds and grieve the ancestor It’s a quadric, stolen heart Time is for aging We’ll be well together And six things downwind A labour at large, Forbidden Union Look up, The sky shines blue and I can’t afford to run You are popular in ideas of the mind Celebrate this day, It is Christianity coming- And a lock on the door.