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He takes his dinner in the bath |
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Lovesickened and infirm |
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The orderly found him there |
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Flayed on the marble stairs |
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Hat still in hand, his smoking remains |
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Blown out by a kiss from Nurse Someday Soon |
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Someday soon |
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Someday soon |
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Some way soon |
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Some, some, some |
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His eyes are closed he mouths her name |
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The rosary her lips and tongue |
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She is the centrifuge that throws |
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The spires from the sun |
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The Sistine Chapel |
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Painted with a Gatling gun |
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Someday soon |
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Someday soon |
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Someday soon |
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Someday soon |
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Someday soon |
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Oh, the nettles set on end |
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Move like starlings up a cliff |
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And ten are of a foggy touch |
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The forcefield 'round their frosty hairs |
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Whose shape recalls the wicked spade |
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That buried him but on his lips |
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The last rites of Nurse Someday Soon |
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