| I’m holding these eyes. |
| These tired eyes. |
| These tired eyes
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| Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties.
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| You together, or rather me, I should say give it
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| double the life, the toil, the trouble to live
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| Anything is nothing when all that’s been had is everything.
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| â Continually continuing continuity all that’s ahead, behind…â is nothing.
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| Anything is nothing when all that’s been dreamt is everything.
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| Anything, anything, simple things, dead things… anything.
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| I’ve given these eyes a bath, these red eyes, these red eyes
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| The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes
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| â Oh, I’ve crossed the Ande’s mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide
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| And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown.â
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| Nothing is everything when all that’s been remembered is anything.
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| â Continually I have seen this certain continuity continuing everything.
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| Nothing is everything when all that’s been remembered is anything.
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| So long 2-pointed South America
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| So long your happy fools, your clowns
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| So long green, green America
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| As long as you’re around. |