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HUT OF THE PHANTOM DWELLING PLACE

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DRINKING FROM THE RIVER
GULPS OF YESTERDAYS
THE TEARS THEY KEPT FALLING
FLOATING BLIZZARD X-RAYS
BUZZING SAWS ON PARADE
AND A FACTORY PARKING LOT
LONELY SHADE TREE
STOPS AND SPEED BUMPS
ANNOUNCING ARRIVAL
TIME BE NEAR.................WIRED