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Tear down the walls of this opera house
This place is much too crowded for this conversation
Are the plains still wide?

Begat bocephus, repeats of premiers
Eating forever from the left hand
Standing up, standing erect

I don't know why I thought that I needed this

And here I stand, rifle poised and a tear in my beer. And
smoke in my eyes.
November on my mind.

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