HERE'S THE KEY TO
THE WINDOW THAT'S
ALWAYS OPEN
What do we have : the police are for that.
Drive me a buggy; take me another step.
If you let me out at midnight, I'll solve the
case. Murder is an intrinsic vice.
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In my own midnight trench, there are spirits
on the run; men from other places and other
times. Before I go to far, I will gather them all.
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Sheep are not to the slaughter; that's a lie of those
whose wishful thinking brings them forward, saying
foolish things. Look, look, past the meadow and
o'er the lea. That's the world I inhabit; this window,
though always open, really does have a key. My
picture frame is waiting for me.
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