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A Slow Blues Tune
I am an epileptic sylleptic.
Range your horizon,
Sitting in the shadow of your willow.
Scrape the sunrise off the sky,
And tell me why.
See the ivy twine
Around,
Around the line.
Give up what you missed.
Remember all you've kissed.
Keep all the secrets low
Way down below,
And when the leaves fall like rain,
Remember me,
Remember me,
Once again.
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