, .with little do
the new
birds fly
& if so why
, .must you
wave your
vile
bye
, .all of every
if of every my
& all at once
come thun
, .d’ring why
the very
yes of near
ly cry
, .so if so
must &
must you
go
, .don’t cro
ss the floor
just wait
once more
, .my very
yes is
still
at war
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