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To have always been sold a vision so cold as the one born in between |
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Oh the sieve & the skein |
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Is it to say it's all distraction & none of it matters |
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Once our pyres are gone & we're all scattered |
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I've a layer of film & a coat of dust |
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Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust |
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These melted frames & plying games will not set a light in me |
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So what do you see |
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With every one an excuse for silent clatters |
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The clouds & dark horizon lines leave the day in tatters |
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My timely thoughts undo the knots in the hopes we used to flay |
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Oh so what do you say |
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Arranged in rows all paving stones hold delicate patterns |
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Amended once or twice I don't think this one will shatter |
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I've a layer of film & a coat of dust |
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Made solid in the kiln with a smile bent in rust |
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& centered on a heart selling platelets south |
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With lots of softer parts that fail from the mouth |
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By the time it pines, a line so fine is drawn in mine |
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Oh so rise & shine to know you'll find the clearest kind |
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Half a world around, a sleeping love began aloud |
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But dormant in a shroud, to find its source we formed a crowd |