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This place is damp and ghostly |
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I am already gone |
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And the halls were lined |
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With the disembodied |
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And the dustly wings |
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Which fell from flesh |
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Gasplessly |
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And I goWhere the trees go |
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And I walk |
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From a higher education |
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For now and for hire |
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It beats me |
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But I do not know |
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And it beats me |
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But I do not know |
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It beats me |
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But I do not know |
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I do not know |
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Palaces and stormclouds |
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And the rought, straggly sage, and the smoke |
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And the way it will all come together |
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In quietness and in time |
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And you laws of propertyoh you free economy |
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And you unending afterthoughts |
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You could've told me before |
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Never get so attached to a poem |
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You forget truth that lacks lyricism |
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And never draw so close to the heat |
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That you forget that you must eat |
