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no autographs
but you may touch the garment
the twins spin in unison
we are a welcome sign
Sofia
the angel of design
don't get lost in your friend's thoughts
no friend is everything
the delusion will begin in a moment
all children have wonderful nightmares
my uncle wanted to kill me
just out of reach
the African mask lay heavy on the bed
it gave us so much shelter
and when we disappear we reappear
this is very much like the melting of thoughts
when the old codger hates everything new
they dream of honey bees
flick a switch
and it's daytime again
pull a chain
and the castle rises plain