they went to watch the life they wished to live together their's had dripped away while all the real living disappeared in days days gone by days not done day notes of cricket And beauty sold the ticket I should have bought one or said to the beauty before we get old will you write in reality a tale to tell the old? all this light for lenses project on the screen to the hilt of the knife Life! all the way life, into forever beam
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