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Gray eyes link these sharp dawns |
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Bird-chested |
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These cornered arms |
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Half-lit, mirthless, marksman |
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O[?]bending[?] chute, & charm |
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I took your portrait from the wall |
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And your picture at the window |
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Sucked your lemon dry and wept |
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Deep in the hall |
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Who would swallow my life? |
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And leave me as a child |
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In the whale i can see the bone |
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And the muscle in dim-light |
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Who would swallow my life? |
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And leave me here to die |
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In these arms i can feel my home |
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Breaking from inside |
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In these arms i can feel my home |
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Breaking from inside |
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Who would swallow my life? |
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And leave me here to die |
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In these arms i can feel my home |
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Breaking from inside |
