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Forget, Saskatchewan
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?
The future like another country, and a ticket in my hand
There is despair, Mr. President, in faces you don't see, in the places you don't visit in your shining city
The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
Canadian whisky
Beautiful, in that way that space and any measure of emptiness is beautiful
wrap your tongues around truth
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