What's the immaterial substance
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that envelopes two
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that one perceives as hunger
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and the other as food
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I awake in tangled covers
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to a sash of snow
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you dream in a cartoon garden
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I could never know
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Innocent imitation, of how it could be
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if when the music ended
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you did not retreat
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In my imagination, you are cast in gold
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our image a compensation for me to hold
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Parallel lines, move so fast
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toward the same point
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infinity is as near as it is far
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Parallel Lines
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| Kings of Convenience |
