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Sunday:Dark water draining north, the heat |
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Swells and bursts like plague. |
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Sunday:Ever-so-faint slow tambourine |
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Glides onward toward the grave. |
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Who drew the line? |
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Who drew the line between you and me? |
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Who drew the linethat everyone sees? |
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Darling,Lake |
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Pontchartrain is haunted: |
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Bones without names, photographs framed in reeds. |
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Darling,What blood our veins are holding. |
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The overpass frozen, fires ablaze at sea. |
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Who drew the line? |
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Who drew the line that cuts to the skin, buries me in? |
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Tell me who drew the line. |
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Darling, don't close your eyes.(Lie as darkness hardens.Lie of our reunion.Oh lie if God is sleeping.Oh I believe you now.) |
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Darling,Lake |
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Pontchartrain will cradle me,and all you left behind. |
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Listen:Ever-so-faint slow tambourineis marching back through time. |
