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After last night it's hard to shine |
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After last night I'm surprised the day even came |
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But it came |
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A train of obscene images |
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Moving through the black hedge |
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Aching and thick with rust |
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All showing as soon as the sun comes up |
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It takes light to the paper |
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It burns its head and throat |
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Spreading a rash of arsenic, magnolias and crushed coal |
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A fire in its heart |
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Will not let it die |
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It roars and fumes and cries all day |
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Shoot me out the sky |
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Pop pop! Down goes the enemy |
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The shade came under the roses finally |
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Us on our backs in the back yard |
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Under the trees |
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Attempting to breathe |
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Attempting to see |
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Attempting to feel anything |
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The rain that claimed the sky as it shined |
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Pulled the shutters down on light |
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We sigh and sit and worship it as it ends. |