| 2 | 1 | 9 | before she left for ellis america |
| 44 | 1 | 5 | i have chosen to marry he announces and would do it again |
| 51 | 11 | 6 | in choosing a style for an epic i had to deal with the question of opera |
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| 45 | 4 | 7 | on the telephone she sings you a song about starting to cry at a traffic light |
| 11 | 4 | 12 | they follow paths in the sea no one can trace |
| 45 | 11 | 13 | but when people grew angry at me i didn't know what to do with it |
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| 37 | 5 | 12 | mountains and oceans of arable symphonies play as you breakfast there |
| 10 | 2 | 12 | so i lie on the beach and wait for my mind to take shape again |
| 23 | 2 | 3 | i contrived to write my name all over the passing parade balloons |
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| 23 | 12 | 13 | yes croons italy and i have brought you the revolutionary silk shirts as well |
| 11 | 8 | 9 | i climbed three steep corridors before i came out at last on deck |
| 7 | 6 | 2 | i found myself was what i had to lose |
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| 43 | 9 | 13 | a resonance of light from deep inside |
| 37 | 8 | 13 | second sunlight infused with delight creates magnetisms between you |
