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Gabriel walks swiftly past the sailboats in his eyes so sad |
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To see but feeling weak he sits below and sighs |
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They cannot hope to claim themselves and so |
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They sleep in scorn but lost from their dishonesty they wash up on the shore |
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An old man with a crooked bend sits on a favorite rose |
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He breathes the leaves of willow trees as salt falls out his nose |
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And when the day moves futher away his cane he reaches |
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For to bless the ground he stands upon and rest against the door |
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She always said she hated to be the things she'd always |
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Been and now it seems that old machines have pulled her back again |
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And all the cures that she has heard have left her |
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On the floor to wait for when the hinge creeks in so she can beg for more |
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And please don't feel bad we're just picking our scabs sitting in the dark |
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I heard your words blow I watched you from |
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My window how could you lose your heart |
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With one foot in the devils door all claybellies |
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And snow I took a swirl in inky dew and found myself alone |
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To have come so far and faked the view as worms and |
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Algaes grow I'm in my dark head silhouette with the reddest blues |