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Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born, |
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Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud, |
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Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone, |
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All graceful instruments are known. |
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When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone, |
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When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd, |
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Winter morning breaks, you're all alone. |
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The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own, |
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And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud |
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This ground on which the seed of love is sown, |
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All graceful instruments are known. |
