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That which cannot remain silent
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Where it bent in the undergrowth
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Nature is a haunted house
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Not as two separate things
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The possibility of being useful
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Our senses, restored
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Falling in a different world
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Keeping the stars, apart
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Slowly, and then all at once
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Into sublime equivalents
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Through my garden forever
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And you utterly will become
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