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Jun 2021
Joy
My mind is lofty
wound up in the sound
of joys heaven sent
a recompence of dancing in the clouds

I've come and gone
and all those marooned feelings that arise
seem ethereal as the winter moon
reflected in the summers tide.
Nobody
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Nobody  The end of the world
(The end of the world)   
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