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 before these words

there's sufficient  

silent              

                                                                                      

       

it's what supposes the fact 

                                  that's  a  tall order

              as some might have said it ,,  it,  
it's a tall order, buddy , not hearing Bodhisattva  between 
                                                     the vowels

(Mister) (a humdrum echo Mister T,that'll fool'em)

come along then your pragmatic fact to the debt glorious free 
                                            gallows 

to your hanging pen forges the sacrifice greater if eyes 

                                             are to be gone 

with the night of its predecessor the something something 

                                minor to its song

of winter's precious cargo not buried by the will ,, 
'yet the will it must have 
        taken to live '

no lover held out so (long)

 far over the world's
 knight

not the memories of radio's false reel tearing apart of genuine

recalling 

  and the word i will not say ,, the easy out ,, so the fiction , 
take harmony from that place other than to its tangent  song

that woman'll risk the classicals 


                intensity to their  favored league 








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 Hey 

Wasn't a song after all! at all! 

       was just a test! an experiment Expérimentez!  DiG iT