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Love was a promise made of smoke |
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In a frozen copse of trees |
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A bone cold and older than our bodies |
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Slowly floating in the sea |
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Every morning there were planes |
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The shiny blades of pagan angels in our father's skies |
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Every evening I would watch her hold the pillow |
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Tight against her hollows, her unholy child |
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I was still a beggar shaking out my stolen coat |
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Among the angry cemetery leaves |
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When they caught the king beneath the borrowed car |
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Righteous, drunk, and fumbling for the royal keys |
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Love was a father's flag and sung like a shank |
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In a cake on our leather boots |
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A beautiful feather floating down |
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To where the birds had shit on empty chapel pews |
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Every morning we found one more machine |
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To mock our ever waning patience at the well |
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Every evening she'd descend the mountain stealing socks |
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And singing something good where all the horses fell |
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Like a snake within the wilted garden wall |
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I'd hint to her every possibility |
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While with his gun the pagan angel rose to say |
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My love is one made to break every bended knee |
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