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deer in the night run on clipped lawns |
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deer in the morning dead by the road |
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flies are all humming death does become them |
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flies are all happy they never know famine |
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houses alike in circles and rows |
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named for the lost woods, places afar |
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people inside them crowded and lonely |
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dreams gently dying together alone |
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the cars they go one way, cars they come back |
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everyday but sunday and sometimes they crash |
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waning moon rise stars barely seen |
| [02:02.40] |
the city's great filth bright towers gleaming |
| [02:07.71] |
quiet is hiding from sirens and shrieks |
| [02:12.61] |
but loves the good music in spaces between |
| [02:19.67] |
bats a dark cloud dance the dusk sky |
| [02:24.35] |
from under the bridge all along the lakeside |
| [02:29.69] |
seeing with sound, hunting with song |
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never colliding or killing their own |
| [02:41.00] |
the cars they go one way, cars they come back |
| [02:51.26] |
everyday but sunday and sometimes they crash |
