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JUNKLEIt’s not only at nightOne ought to be quietSo as not to .startleA sleepwalking man.So you stay stillMostly I still doI wouldn’t awakenA sleepwalking man.He’s steering past sceneryHe’s deaf to the dreadful dinIt’s as if imbedded in himAn old ghost holes upAnd mostly he still goesAll lost.He’s explosiveWorld wreckingBut mostly he’s expectingAll lost.
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