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the night fell on
yet the clock's still ticking
will you throw the baton
and never mind me peeping
let the wind touch my face
and lull me to sleepin'
would you set into place
in the heart of linen
but the nocturns gave it up
as they fear it's all pointless
with all means dead drop
and the effort becomes worthless
when you get all crossed
and the matter turns ambiguous
you tripped then you paused
the music is now ubiquitous
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