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Walk the paths of logic. Every outcome has its cause, and every predicament has its solution. Every lock its key.
He keeps any doubts at bay by memorizing lyrics or the routes
“Clair de Lune,”
“I wonder, who was supposed to be the frog? Her? Or the Germans?”
Storms rinse the sky, the beaches, the streets, and a red sun dips into the sea,
He’ll say, What took you so long, bluebird? He’ll say, I will never leave you, not in a million years.
