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[00:13.54]It's a still life water color,
[00:15.62]
[00:17.82]Of a now late afternoon,
[00:19.38]
[00:21.63]As the sun shines through the curtained lace
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[00:25.57]And shadows wash the room.
[00:28.25]
[00:30.31]And we sit and drink our coffee
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[00:36.31]Couched in our indifference,
[00:37.89]
[00:38.83]Like shells upon the shore
[00:41.52]You can hear the ocean roar
[00:43.18]
[00:45.24]In the dangling conversation
[00:47.26]
[00:49.20]And the superficial sighs,
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[00:53.38]The borders of our lives.
[00:55.07]
[00:59.51]And you read your Emily Dickinson,
[01:01.88]
[01:03.76]And I my Robert Frost,
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[01:07.57]And we note our place with bookmarkers
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[01:11.51]That measure what we've lost.
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[01:16.26]Like a poem poorly written
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[01:21.67]We are verses out of rhythm,
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[01:25.06]Couplets out of rhyme,
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[01:27.32]In syncopated time
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[01:31.01]Lost in the dangling conversation
[01:33.26]
[01:35.14]And the superficial sighs,
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[01:39.08]Are the borders of our lives.
[01:40.92]
[01:45.35]Yes, we speak of things that matter,
[01:48.24]
[01:49.87]With words that must be said,
[01:52.37]
[01:53.62]"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
[01:55.31]
[01:57.74]"Is the theater really dead?"
[02:01.48]
[02:02.04]And how the room is softly faded
[02:04.72]
[02:07.57]And I only kiss your shadow,
[02:10.00]
[02:10.57]I cannot feel your hand,
[02:12.36]
[02:13.17]You're a stranger now unto me
[02:15.42]
[02:16.80]Lost in the dangling conversation.
[02:19.05]
[02:21.23]And the superficial sighs,
[02:22.67]
[02:25.17]In the borders of our lives