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  One by one.  The city
  over the hills a nice
  has dripping
          fierce  O
          look
  because you are wetted
  take of sweep  the heat when
  I first shining to
  oppress my hairs.
  Buy me a gut single mulberry furrow
  of desires.  An awl of
  clothes is enough 
  beads of tear to
  endlessly