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She kinda bit her lip gees I donno

Must be sundown in the Paris of the prairies?

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That night in Torona on that checkerboard floor

It welcomed the masses but no one came.

Don’t tell me what the poets are doing

Any temptation to listen operates in the theater of despair of course.

John start here:

I thought we had decided to just eloquently say nothing but this song is a jam

Now do blow at high dough

I’m scared

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The Japanese koan becomes a band