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The room calls to me, says were all strung out |
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And the beat we both stomp on the floor, |
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While outside the leopard frogs sing sweetly. |
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These are the hymns that today we've ignored. |
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And all across the desert, and all up in the mountains: |
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A wind so loud that we might never mention. |
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And heres to my lovers hands and feet. |
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They are the roots that will weave through the floor. |
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And down in the dirt, in her wandering, |
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Find the snail to give us breath, to give us words. |
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He asks us for our patience, he asks us for our patience, |
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And he asks us what we have done for our souls lately. |
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Down by the bur oak tree, |
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I had lost your locket in the loam, |
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And there fell to my knees, |
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neath the coil and the brush of the fern. |
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Down by the bur oak tree, |
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I had lost your locket in the loam, |
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And there fell to my knees, |
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neath the coil and the brush of the fern. |
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The candles light dances across the table, |
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And will burn at the tip of my pen. |
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And lures all the moths into the kitchen |
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To spin tales and bend truths through the evening. |
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And scribe for them their stories; |
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we scribe for them their stories, |
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While they wax and wax of their lives in the country. |
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Down by the bur oak tree, |
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I had lost your locket in the loam, |
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And there fell to my knees, |
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neath the coil and the brush of the fern |
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Down by the bur oak tree, |
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I had lost your locket in the loam, |
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And there fell to my knees, |
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neath the coil and the brush of the fern. |
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