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The paper holds you after a while
You begin to be proud of it
You begin to dance a little

Moving from what a thing must do to asking what is it doing.

The ones who don't know, who are scared, will learn more by watching you cry
Than any lecture.

They will watch you go from side by side to
plunging to the heights of what really is.

From film on the surface
To the drama that is the map of the world

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