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I thought I had seen the Deep |
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And opened my books |
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Crooked time opened |
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Shepherds hearing voices |
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I also heard the voice |
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Of your eyes |
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Dark emerald seducer |
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Covered the carved rose |
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Bracketed the melted crux |
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Crutch kicked from under me |
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Under hills with skin |
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Faded like dogs dreaming |
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Of the coming master dark dog |
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The bitch creased in black jets |
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Felt the glans muscle into the clouds |
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Of pink and twink and skittle |
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Hurtle away |
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You groovy girls with Teeth |
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Cursed with bloods Moons and necklaces |
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I thought of the Cat when |
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I almost entered the Bright Bowl Howl |
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And still thought of the Cat in brother-love |
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More fun than the gun at my head |
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I thought of the beach drowning in lights |
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I thought of the time it was 4 or 5 |
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Short hours I slept and damaged my soul |
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Or southern legs: the cramp |
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Kicks in like an ape |
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At the back of my neck is the cervix |
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Timed the faces in the sky |
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Elephants in dandelion or clover |
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Ventured into Persia in that dream |
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I had classical passion slipped into me |
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Gravelled harsh music |
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Clapping whores back to sweet Ram |
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Slipping between the Sphinx's legs |
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Come on in |
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Come on down |
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Further down to the very end of the rainbow |
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Where its hands push her heart |
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Into the beautiful lake of flowers |
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Kissing the edges |
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Kissing the birds |
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Who salute Queendom |
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As she swoops over the horizon |
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With angels and adders holding |
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The hem of her graceful naked gown |
