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I was there upon a four poster there. |
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Mind tousled I came to bear some thoughts from the past amid a dash of influenza. |
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And then I came to see in baggage the memories of truncated souvenirs. |
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The war years. |
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High moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon. |
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Far beyond the blue mist enveloped lawn the blanketed night comes on. |
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The champagne is dead and gone. |
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The forest around sensitive sound forest primeval. |
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Through the panes cloud buttermilk war remains and twisted cross war refrains lunatic so high moon I said high moon lighted high moon eye to my moon. |
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Your age will most probably carry away the letters enveloped in carrion. |
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Vague unpleasantries of the war. |
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May your son's progenitorship of the state haphazardly help him to carry on. |
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God send your son safe home to you. |
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High Moon. |
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You're eye to my moon. |
