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death(having lost)put on his universe and yawned:it looks like rain (they've played for timelessness with chips of when) that's yours;i guess you'll have to loan me pain to take the hearse, see you again. Loving(having found)wound up such pretty toys as themselves could not know: the earth tinily whirls; while daisies grow (and boys and girls have whispered thus and so) and girls with boys to bed will go,home, james
