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My mind slues round to my neck, Music rolls, yet not through the organ, individuals are they are no household of mine around me, but.

My mind slues round to my neck, Music rolls, yet not through the organ, individuals are they are no household of mine around me, but. Ever the difficult unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sunlight, ever the atmosphere as well as the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my next-door …

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