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As long as the ghost understands
When you have to be home for dinner
I don't care how many hundreds of times
You replay your three-minute miracle.

I'm coming around to all your ideas,
So don't vanish on me now!
The bakery still sounds like a washing machine,
I still cherish all the cul de sacs

I've felt with some honor to resemble
Myself as a Viking settler or Irish setter might
Observe me, if either were given to pensive
Deliberations on the haze of a chooser.