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    Land of the Long White Cloud

    The covers end, they all go home—
    You lift my seams unseen and there’ll

    Be countless more scores, like this, that are
    Big, bad, exhausting seas but I’m
    Not alive there: how lovely for me.

    Cry away to your island now, please.
    This life is duller, but I’ll only get a poorly head.

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