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Svetlana sucks lemons across from me |
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And I am progressing abominably |
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And I do not know my own way to the sea |
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But the saltiest sea knows its own way to me |
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And the city that turns, turns protracted and slow |
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And I find myself toeing the embarcadero |
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And I find myself knowing the things that I knew |
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Which is all that you can know on this side of the blue |
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And Jaime has eyes black and shiny as boots |
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And they march at you, two-by-two, re-loo re-loo |
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When she looks at you, you know she's nowhere near through |
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It's the kindest heart beating this side of the blue |
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And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers |
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And we all fall down slack-jawed to marvel at words |
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While across the sky sheet the impossible birds |
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In a steady, illiterate movement homewards |
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And Gabriel stands beneath forest and moon |
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See them rattle and boo, see them shake, see them loom |
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See him fashion a cap from a page of Camus |
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See him navigate deftly this side of the blue |
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And the rest of our lives will the moments accrue |
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When the shape of their goneness will flare up anew |
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And we do what we have to do, re-loo re-loo |
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Which is all you can do on this side of the blue |
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Oh it's all that you can do on this side of the blue |
