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[ti:L-Dopa] |
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[ar:Laura Stevenson] |
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[al:Wheel] |
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[offset:0] |
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I'm a bright, white egg |
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And I incubate in a warm, yellow light in the winter. |
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And I'll hatch on a snow-covered morning, |
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And no one will be awake to see it happen. |
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There is no history, |
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There's no expectation, |
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Just warm, yellow light on my skin. |
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And I'm blessed by my mother, |
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Though I'll never know her, |
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And I'll never be lonesome again. |
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I'm a bright entertainer in a silent theater |
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I wearily quarry into. |
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And my mother she stands |
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Where the characters dance |
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From the light at the height of the room. |
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And every night I repeat the phrases, |
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Just to see if she predicts the changes. |
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And I'd die for a word |
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If it's all she'd afford |
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But she closes up knowing it. |
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Where I am |
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Is right at the beginning of it, |
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All I know I was born with. |
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Where she is, |
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She is fixed in a prison so fast she is frozen, |
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The air she breathes is a slow wind. |
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I'm a tired arachnid, |
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Spinning loose in my threads, |
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Building lifetimes of gossamer beds. |
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And the filigree waterdrops around my head, |
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They absorb every word that I said. |
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There are no wings hitched to my spine, |
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Just an undying urge to climb. |
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And I'll wait for my mother, |
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Supposing she'd bother |
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To hold me and keep me a while. |
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To hold me and keep me a while. |
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