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The lovely copper colored mountain of flesh and stars |
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In my hands I cup my decline as it flowers into them |
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This is the rippling of the ages |
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Our lives are like rain |
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The small shower, the downfall, the thunderous pouring |
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In some green field of rape we lie |
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Dominion of this and that |
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He had one savage head like a great dead dog |
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He had one sad aged head, weeping |
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His other head |
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Over in the distance the hills are moving |
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London bridge burns, why, god may be dead |
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Many little children cry and laugh |
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My mind to me a kingdom is |
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Oh shall you kiss me as before |
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So then, here I am |
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The sky |
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What color shall I call it |
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From turquoise to what |
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Dark and light it is |
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Under it, a red fire cat shrugs it's shoulders |
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Her smile is bone white glory |
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The moon is a tiny star |
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And all the stars are shot from the glowing moons |
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Mothers all around me |
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Black faced, red spotted |
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Michael, Gabrael, Salael, Azrael |
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I laid down and wept |
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Let my mind not go |
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Bubbling lights all around me |
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I laid down and wept |
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Her smile is bone white glory |
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We may as well go with the angels |
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I laid down and wept |
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Sheeted wings, black amily |
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My love for you is very great |
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The breath of the stars |
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Between the ivory towers of her teeth (the sorrow of things) |
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There I say, in the red bed of the flesh (how lovely, how sad) |
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There is the golden womb of god (the sorrow of things) |
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I say there |
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These are god's pillars (how lovely how said) |
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Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things) |
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We may as well go with the angels (how lovely how sad) |
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Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things) |
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We may as well go with the angels (how lovely how sad) |
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Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things) |
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We may as well go with the angels (how lovely how sad) |
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The sorrow of things |
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How lovely, how sad |
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The sorrow of things |
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How lovely, how sad |
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The sorrow of things |
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How lovely, how sad |
