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I am looking ahead and not yet back
no matter
I shall be
to the start of ember week and its end though I am not planning
to fast or contemplate and to the temporary misregnum
of the bean king though I do not need a certain period in
which to act the geck and gull or an Illyria
am looking
ahead and not yet back
no matter
I shall be
to all of the
knavery and japery in heated lit rooms though I am not
intending to drink or fuck with the worst of anyone and to
the groans on the morning after twelfth night when every and each
drop off the whirligig of man not time
looking ahead and not
yet back
no matter
I shall be
to walking out alone on the
final morrow that man shall see into a plain of snow and no
wind and having not a word to echo the cold with anymore

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