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from
afar to afar
open
a door
and a saw comes in
breeze with it
birds too
the Royal Australian Air Force
that's all right
I can smell cut grass
and so on with imagining
it's all alright till voices come
till conversation pours into
what was once my home
then hearsay's in the way
then thoughts cannot be heard
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