Why; do you move thus so.
contortions, i see how they grow.
is it painful each moon that glows.
outside of a cloud that peeks.
why do you move thus so.
is the grass to long too mow.
over the edge a long faint hedge.
wedges of soft cotton song lightly that
swing over each valley too long.
why do you move thus so.
contortions, i see how they grow.
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