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One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time
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There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
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We can't tell the sky from the ground, where are the buildings and the old wounds of mine?
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And the wind is making speeches
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Pass me my umbrella darling, I wear it like a crutch to the ground, like a shade, and nothing comes down on me
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The perfect afternoon warming in the sun thinking about nothing
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We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
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Once the myth has been told, the lens deforms it as lightning
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The blessed, warm fog of obscurity.
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The back of the alley
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All your dreams are on their way
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"Behind the hatred there lies a murderous desire for love."
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The impeded stream is the one that sings
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These kids are so hard to raise good
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"...watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known"
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(Literally) Jesus Christ on a cross
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Play that one again, the one with the promises, the world's not listening
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Spooky river.
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A foreign landscape from the future and shapes and stuff.
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On your back with your racks and the stacks as your load.
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I'll avoid that bridge when I come to it.
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Through an open doorway
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My dumb face
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Moo-dy cow
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A good day for a swim in the fog
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This tree is a jerk, just showing off
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Decrepit, derelict, ramshackle, shabby, thesaurus
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Spooky scary
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Ed, this is serious!
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