"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky"
Like swift, small squirrels when cars roll by
Shifting slowly, your heart so sly
Never tell your plans, 'so long'
Ignore that your instincts may be wrong
Yet don't speed either like a race-paced song
For sensual hunger is not as strong
If only conversation flowed
So freely and easy as on newly paved roads
Without wrestling children who change to new modes
These words are not random, I hope you decode
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