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<p>You hang on candlelight.</p><p> I get sleepy hearing your Vancouverique theories of special relativity.</p><p> Forget the fake wood--- you are a pot of tea. </p><p>Over steeped, time to plant tulips.</p><p> Stop playing gone and tempt me with window ledges.</p><p> </p>
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What is the sum of 5 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.