| That’s the picture.
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| You s-you see it for yourself.
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| There it is. |
| It’s a man.
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| There it is, with uhhh…
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| Be good to them always.
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| You know I simply
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| Cannot understand people.
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| Oh, how sadly we mortals are decieved
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| By our own imagination.
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| This is not real life; |
| this is, for us
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| Aleatoric television,
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| A mixed consort of soft instruments.
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| I can hear a collective rumbling in America.
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| I’ve lost my house, you’ve lost your house.
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| I don’t suppose it matters which way we go.
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| This great society is going smash.
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| Oh. |
| he’s in the middle of putting things together and
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| Organizing himself.
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| You do not need to stand on one foot.
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| The modern town hardly knows silence.
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| You are doing something the whole world is doing.
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| You know I simply
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| Cannot understand people.
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| Oh, how sadly we mortals are decieved
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| By our own imagination.
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| This is not real life; |
| this is, for us
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| Aleatoric television,
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| A mixed consort of soft instruments.
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| A culture is no better than it’s woods:
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| A feeling of being connected with the past.
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| Look at it this way: you may fall and break your leg,
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| And so one leg is shorter than the other.
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| Can nothing more be done? |