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eyes in the gables see/the fingers in the locks
it is this deep blankness is the real thing strange
the crowd departs/as the sun sank blue and dying
a long moment stretches/the next one is not on time
give me truths for i am weary of the surfaces and die of inanition
oh as i was young and easy in the mercy of his means
