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It's a still-life watercolor |
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Of a now-late afternoon |
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As the sun shines through the curtain lace |
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And shadows wash the room |
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And we sit and drink our coffee |
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Couched in our indifference |
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Like shells upon the shore |
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You can hear the ocean roar |
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In the dangling conversation |
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And the superficial sighs |
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The borders of our lives |
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And you read your Emily Dickinson |
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And I my Robert Frost |
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And we note our place with book markers |
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That measure what we've lost |
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Like a poem poorly written |
| [01:21.05] |
We are verses out of rhythm |
| [01:24.47] |
Couplets out of rhyme in syncopated time |
| [01:30.56] |
And the dangling conversation |
| [01:34.77] |
And the superficial sighs |
| [01:38.73] |
Are the borders of our lives |
| [01:44.96] |
Yes, we speak of things that matter |
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With words that must be said |
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Can analysis be worthwhile? |
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Is the theater really dead? |
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And how the room has softly faded |
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And I only kiss your shadow |
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I cannot feel your hand |
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You're a stranger now unto me |
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Lost in the dangling conversation |
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And the superficial sighs |
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In the borders of our lives |
