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Meet me at |
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St. Nicholas |
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Among the oaks |
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Behind the church |
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That sway like pig-tailed girls |
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As summer wind whistles |
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Around your bare-shin knees |
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And the forsythia leaves |
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In the shade |
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Lay with me |
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Tickled by |
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The feather reed |
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That's where the trees grow old |
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Under the ivy's hold |
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As you in my two arms |
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Equally safe from harm |
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And in a hazy daydream |
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Our bodies married the stream |
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And we broke down into pebbles and silt |
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The water ran from the fields |
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Until the oceans we filled |
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And found the seabed the comfiest quilt |
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There was more life in the weeds |
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Than in the few hundred seats |
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In rows from transept to chancel to nave |
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And when their anger had paused |
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I turned and answered their calls |
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With "You're just audience,I'm the applause." |
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We take on the burden of |
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All these sad-eyed children |
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With lilies bunched in our hands |
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We fake our concern |
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And speak softly as the surgeon |
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Tells wife to cancel her plans |
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Take a body to water |
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Take a body to tundra |
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Just take me with you as well |
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Please take a body to water |
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Take a body to tundra |
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Just take me with you as well |
