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Oh is that all, the little words
You want me to watch, you want
To feel confident that each beat

Is going to wake you into production
Numbers of unforeseeable grandeur
And the love you feel sometimes

Is working its way to the vena cava
And clamping itself there for good
For better the best for which

It stands to make you a downpour
A basis for making this moment
Sunlit beliefs of the frozen orange