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The eternal sun runs to the mother |
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She smoothes his brow and bids him |
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Drink from her well of hammered mist |
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Come along sweet lad,fog rises from the ground |
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The falling soot is just the dust of a shivering gem |
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The black moon shines on a lake |
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White as a hand in the dark |
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She lifts the lamp to see his face |
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The silver ladle of his throat |
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The boy the beast and the butterfly |
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Thw sea is morgue,the needle and the gun |
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These things float in the blood that has no name |
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The telegragh poles are crosses on the line |
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Rusted pins not enough saviors to hang |
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She bless the road the noose of vine |
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And waits beneath the triangle |
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Formed by Mercury,an evening star |
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The fifth planet with its blistering sore |
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And the soaring eagle above and to the west |
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The boy the beast and the butterfly |
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She walks across a bridge of magpies |
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Her hollow tongue fills the brightness |
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With water and in the wink of an eye |
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One planet with a glittering womb |
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One white crow one diamond hed |
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Big as a world big as world |
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Don't forget how I played with you |
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She cries,and kissed away your tears |
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The white mouth of the sun smiles |
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On his beautiful tounge the seed of flight |
