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We met by chance along the Roe River side |
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Our salt fire danced as our tea leaves dried |
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She hatched our plans in the atmospheric tides |
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Fortune Teller: "Let's give up 'sacrifice' next Lent" |
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Rabbit: "Eh, that joke's long since been spent!" |
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But as the Fool on the bagpipes played |
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We kept cool in the parasol shade |
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Your thumb on my page at my tender age |
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East enders wives |
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Then hidden in the boxthorn vine |
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We grew old as the foxtail pine |
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Sheep in the fold gilding our gold |
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Sipping our milk and water lives |
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She packed our bags some arbitrary time |
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(by the time he wakes up I'll be gone) |
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Then waved like a flag from the White Star Line |
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(Queensland our next stop, I'll be gone) |
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Unmoored unwell though I seldom elegize |
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(you still see who I once was) |
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We've both been untrue but i'm still counting on you like an invisible rosary |
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And as the past and our plans are undone, |
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Slowly sank like the shipwrecked sun |
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Bridges and boats burning them both |
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Burned up the sky |
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Choir sang as the Black Birch fell |
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Sorrow rang like a church yard bell |
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An axe to the trees smoke for the bees |
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All our dads died. |
