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the memory of youuuu came prancing around my waist where i wasss and the song of the sigh fleeew out of the window and lit up the top of the pine trees. You, with the sun forrr a shawlll. Of course he wasnt dead. he could never be dead until i myself had finished feeling and thinking. the kiss of your memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. here was peace. i pulled in my horizon like a great fish-net. pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over my shoulder. so much of life in its meshes! i called in my soul to come and see.