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neither properly cat nor crow nor fox, i am for now instead pithy part human and loosely useless; but either way fully informed of the ambiguity of my course.Why would he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him, but, No, you did not
It's not him coming across the sea to surprise you
Not him who would know where in London to find you
Sadness so real that it populates
The city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from a cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from the present to past
(feist in the park)
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