and then i can't get up and i roll nowhere stiffsolid and frozen to inaction in traction unattractive and unavoidable -- the foibles of the foregone conclusions -- illusions and confusion with the truth in too many parts in hearts stopped and crops we cannot harvest -- the hardest row to hew and cry to hoe and rake and no mistakes the sun will set again again again
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