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here faces dwelt
dwenmer
mud
wrot
and
season

they talk in ways understood
insign
anciant

folk from under the sea
'like'

brenda and mortim fought

heal the soul for fathomed light

into the deep we go tonight

loves for a soul and
souf
spitir
spirit wept for eve and her angel


don’t you see
you and me
little birds
sing the see

gotten place
loved a boy
singing home



times began
but in polaric
whence they came
from under static

radio song
burns my heart out
can’t be colour
but times loft love sowing a thousand more into it