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You could all stand on a lawn so green

and the man with the highest aura

could stand among you

and the lawn would just be lawn

and you could all be here anyway

the grass would be as green as ever.

 

 

 

I am awakened

I am staying awake

I am staying away

I am staying all in

I am awakened.

 

 

You think chance is grace itself

and you are peat that peeks forth

with the jewel of chance around your neck

and your grace soon sleeps into its grace

and your sleep breathes so tenderly all day

your shadow lies under the blanket 

with you as a wasteland.

I am awakened

I am staying awake

I am staying away

I am staying all in

I am awakened.