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| all quiet. |
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| conversing with fen about nothing in particular. |
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| we gaze at the house with sculpted hedges and humbly dream. |
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| fen i'm too tired for revolution, yet i own nothing. |
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| dream, house. |
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| sometimes we can't say why we pause though we know this is the place. |
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| and we pause for just the correct duration. |
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| and then fen points the way, closing his eyes. |
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