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where I have gone and follow
stretch
it’s under the hum
out of the ache
hidden till
trumpet and tell
have you been whistled up?
do you come along?
out of mists
and rain meant
mysterious make
whoever I am
who’s counting?
a bright sun led
not thinking at all
all this long while
eyes so shut
coming
ready or not
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