[00:00.43]The Dangling Conversation
[00:29.45]It's a still life water color,
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[00:33.37]Of a now late afternoon,
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[00:36.99]As the sun shines through the curtained lace
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[00:40.82]And shadows wash the room.
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[00:45.51]And we sit and drink our coffee
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[00:51.07]Couched in our indifference,
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[00:53.13]Like shells upon the shore
[00:54.50]You can hear the ocean roar
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[00:59.62]In the dangling conversation
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[01:03.44]And the superficial sighs,
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[01:07.42]The borders of our lives.
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[01:13.24]And you read your Emily Dickinson,
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[01:17.30]And I my Robert Frost,
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[01:20.99]And we note our place with bookmarkers
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[01:24.75]That measure what we've lost.
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[01:29.37]Like a poem poorly written
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[01:34.36]We are verses out of rhythm,
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[01:37.56]Couplets out of rhyme,
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[01:39.74]In syncopated time
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[01:45.30]Lost in the dangling conversation
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[01:47.92]And the superficial sighs,
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[01:51.35]Are the borders of our lives.
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[01:57.28]Yes, we speak of things that matter,
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[02:01.58]With words that must be said,
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[02:05.09]"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
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[02:08.54]"Is the theater really dead?"
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[02:13.22]And how the room is softly faded
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[02:18.46]And I only kiss your shadow,
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[02:21.14]I cannot feel your hand,
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[02:23.70]You're a stranger now unto me
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[02:27.13]Lost in the dangling conversation.
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[02:31.63]And the superficial sighs,
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[02:35.37]In the borders of our lives
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