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what will we do with all this, these
little guarded nexus points of
universal luminate forces
oh what will we do?
we could make the earth go lucid
end the dream of dying earth
awful tearing of the outskirts
what, that searing lifting pain?
we could drop off cliffs of crystal
drugs could never reach so far, that
liquid filtered golden ocean
what bell's breaking in its song?
what bell is chiming all of un-sense
"bid thee hence away from here,"
we've got our own sky bluish madness
what in heaven's going on?
what's in heaven for the grasp of
mighty fingers fold the earth
to wrinkled dead and fertile ground
what will make the garden grow?
what will we do?
what will we do?
what have we to make it go?

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