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Sleep well my darling, you are at rest. You¡¯ve been set free.
Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven.
Like a cherub borne unto the sky¡¦
Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines.

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...Of The Alaskan King
A Girl A Gun A Ghost



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