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Taking leave of your senses,
You can leap over fences
Your senses would leave alone
As things that couldn’t be known;
Then trip and stumble and fall
On roadblocks not there at all.
Vagabond lover
Absence of its object
Makes the heart grow fonder—
But of what when absence
Makes the mind go wander?
Merrily we waltzed down Memory Lane:
It’s marked on the map as bypassing pain;
And taking that route did lighten our load—
But then the street changed to Old Bummer Road.
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