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a.
The august masters wink, one note before the next.
Music only god hears, as stubborn as the wind.
In judgment a man stands, lines drawn like horizons.
The youngsters rudely shout; massed notes sound together.
Are absolutes all crimes? But what else can one say?
One cannot return home. No lines run parallel.b.
The august masters wink. No lines run parallel.
Music only god hears, one note before the next.
In judgment a man stands. But what else can one say?
The youngsters rudely shout as stubborn as the wind:
“Are absolutes all crimes?” Massed notes sound together.
One cannot return home, lines drawn like horizons.c.
The august masters wink. Lines drawn like horizons,
music only god hears. No lines run parallel,
in judgment a man stands. Massed notes sound together.
The youngsters rudely shout one note before the next.
Are absolutes all crimes? As stubborn as the wind
one cannot return home. But what else can one say?d.
The august masters wink, but what else can one say?
Music only god hears, lines drawn like horizons.
In judgment a man stands as stubborn as the wind.
The youngsters rudely shout: No lines run parallel!
Are absolutes all crimes one note before the next?
One cannot return home. Massed notes sound together.e.
The august masters wink. Massed notes sound together--
music only god hears--but what else can one say?
In judgment a man stands. One note before the next
the youngsters rudely shout. Lines drawn like horizons.
Are absolutes all crimes? No lines run parallel.
One cannot return home as stubborn as the wind.f.
The august masters wink as stubborn as the wind.
Music only god hears--massed notes sound together
and in judgment man stands. No lines run parallel.
The youngsters rudely shout: But what else can one say?
Are absolutes all crimes? Lines drawn like horizons.
One cannot return home one note before the next.g.
One note before the next as stubborn as the wind,
lines drawn like horizons, massed notes sound together.
But what else can one say? No line run parallel.
