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I felt estranged
from music
it's causes
gave me pause
the remainders
and then death
the cumbersome hole
the digger digs
all of last fruit
then the digging
gets deeper
we see the electrical sky
blown into great foreground
does scamper in the above
foregone
as diamonds are evil
in their earth
unearthed
we've planned
for the planning plans
down into earth