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110 and where everyone is wearing a mask of your ailing father you must place one on yourself before assisting others and where a flock of pigeons alighting in late afternoon looks like burning paper it begins to make sense that people look older only as you approach them and where we all fall in love with women falling in love with sunset it’s insane to feel toward nature as one would toward a made thing as if we’re really supposed to believe it’s the homeless who have been setting themselves on fire in the woods and while you can rent your whole life in movies just to hear Monty Clift tell you no one ever lies about being lonely you might go your whole life without pistol-whipping anybody or harming any animals in the making of this song so sing animals sing horses sing metastases for our nature is to fashion more things for o world though the world is already full

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