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I sit, and where’s the sun? below the grass. And I rest my head on my jacket, And below, a stone. Where is the music the world used to play? Ears untouched. Where is the music? Where has the world, Theory, sinews, and all gone.
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
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I sit, and where’s the sun? below the grass. And I rest my head on my jacket, And below, a stone. Where is the music the world used to play? Ears untouched. Where is the music? Where has the world, Theory, sinews, and all gone.
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
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