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Have we met, sir? |
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You ask after who I am |
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You are introduced to me as a sailor |
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I am introduced to you as a love poet |
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But I do not write on love |
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I write on the inevitability of death |
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Have we met, sir? |
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You ask after who I am |
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I am atoms bent in the art of impersonation |
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You say all artists are liars |
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Actors, writers, music makers |
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I say if they are equivocators |
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My family is undertakers |
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And I write on the inevitability of death |
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Have we met, sir? |
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In the scales, in the chimes |
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In the cane cut back |
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From last year's blackberry vines |
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In the mainsail luffing in a red morning sky |
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In the incandescence lost |
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When you close your eyes |
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Do you know your way home by the stars? |
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Do the streetlights pollute where you are? |
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Was it you, sir |
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Stirred hurricane lilies by my bed? |
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Put pennies in my mouth |
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And count each life I have led |
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Is this the bridge that descends into the ocean? |
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Is this the blue I never come back from? |
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Are you the grey eyed one |
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Are you my last companion? |
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There was always something in the snow |
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About you that I wanted |
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Was it I so loved the light when I was the dark |
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Here we meet, sir, here we part |
