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Gambits were pinkPale purple, yellowOrange savage baskets laidOne, two, three, seventeen, forty-twoRain simple slide, exemplary blueNot yet grounded, lisping a stirAn inch before midnight, flag facing northwardsTwo sheep sheep sleep, not rising, not arrangingNot identifying, not reportingVerbiage baggageTruculent yet and indemnifiedSelf-portrait, that's offenseSmile is niggling, certainly not entertainingForce is self-protecting, rain here nowSeason now, murky Aus Songtexte Mania