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Find me there, anon
In the wake of a winter dream
Where blossoms bloom, and summer too
Will find the trees heave

Find me there, anon?
With solid water so troublesome
And birds of atlantis whispering
Around the statue, claim

Find me, help me, anon?
Amongst the machinery and armour
Wake me for I fear the dead
And the definate hardness hurt

Will you find me there, anon?
Wake me from this stupor
For now, I know sleep comes easy
And these dreams of 'beauty' rest



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