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Be quiet...
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Chapter Seven
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- A poet named revolver
- Robert Browning
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- get away
- never
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- beloved
- as long as I'm me
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and you're you
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as long as the universe
will hold the two of us
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- l, who love you
- and you, who reject me
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- as long as we want to run
- it's too much like fate
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Any creature,
faced with nature, will believe.
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We live by hunting and fishing.
Tuesday: nothing