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I skated out on to the thinned out ice between cowardice and polite offense too difficult to face of cobblestone that led the path of commoner sense I was led to ask history never allows a follow up question you told me of a gentle night sunflowers and starry night all that was true was all that was right earth is cold, and the winds stood still illusion is ego, the favorite chill stood back then and is standing still. It is of words a mortal curse that fans that flame from bad to worst horse hooves call before the hearse tell me I am of doom and gloom and providence has filled the room I caught the game too late...... ice cracks deep.
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