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Birds |
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Birds |
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This is not a cornhusk doll |
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Dipped in blood in the moonlight |
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Like what happen in America |
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This is us |
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Our eyesides snagged |
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Dipped in mob in the daylight |
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Like what happen in America |
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The breasts are still heavy |
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The legs long and straight |
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The upper lip remains short |
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The teeth are too small |
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The eyeside is green |
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The hair long and black |
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Still coming through |
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Still coming through |
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She knows this room |
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She can navigate it in the dark |
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She entered the Palazzo at night by a side door |
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To ascend to a lift in the upper floor |
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She lies on the bed |
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Looking up not yet seeing |
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The signs of the zodiac painted in gold |
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On the blue vaulted ceiling |
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His enormous eyes as he arrives |
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Coming nearer in the surrounding darkness |
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His strange beliefs about the moon |
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Its influence upon men of affairs |
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The danger of its cold light on your face |
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While you were sleeping |
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She'll eclipse it with her head |
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Stroke him 'til he sleeps |
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Until he has nothing to do among men of affairs |
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Sometime before dawn |
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Her bare feet cross the floor |
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She gazes from the window |
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At the fountain in the courtyard |
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Sometimes I feel like a swallow |
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A swallow which by some mistake |
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Has gotten into an attic |
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And knocks its head against the walls in terror |
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This is not a rabbit skinned |
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With a body of silver |
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Like what happen in America |
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This is not a terrapin |
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With its shell torn away |
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Like what happen in America |
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The breasts are still heavy |
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The legs long and straight |
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The upper lip remains short |
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The teeth are too small |
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The eyeside is green |
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The hair long and black |
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Still coming through |
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Still coming through |
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The mood soon changed |
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In the clear morning air |
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A man came up towards the body |
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And poked it with a stick |
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It rocked swiftly |
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And twisted around at the end of the rope |
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Finer than a hair from every side |
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Finer than a hair |
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Birds |
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Birds |
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This is just a cornhusk doll |
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Dipped in blood in the moonlight |
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This is just a cornhusk doll |
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This morning in my room |
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A little swallow was trapped |
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It flew around desperately |
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Until it fell exhausted on my bed |
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I picked it up |
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So as not to frighten it |
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I opened the window |
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Then I opened my hand |