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Tonight is green goblin night is sea-song faraway in warmest winter tonight is wild witch night. Tonight my love will take me over white waves licking their tongues on cliffs of stone will take me home. All the smallest moonflowers lift their smiles and wave good-bye, who know my goings into laughter my joyous goings after. All the tiny moonflowers spend their smiles in gleaming piles but keep their sorrow for my coming back tomorrow. |
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