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Book: The Dream Songs

  • Dream Song 46
    I am, outside. Incredible panic rules.
    People are blowing and beating each other without mercy.
    18 lines
  • Dream Song 172
    Your face broods from my table, Suicide.
    Your force came on like a torrent toward the end
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Dream Song 324
    Henry in Ireland to Bill underground:
    Rest well, who worked so hard, who made a good sound
    18 lines

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