assorted instances
surround in
mismatched
green and
purple we
we rise to
inform storm
clouds the
delectable
vacancy of
greed spurs
new rationale
yet our hands
touched in
history
and we
still could
just try
the patent
of our personal
endeavour the
beam of
our light
when we say
one to
one look
and see
and then see
ing plains
of bison
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