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i have to say |
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i have to see |
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the twilight moonlit |
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the houses on hills |
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all appear so blind |
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at night |
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the webs that bind them |
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to the skies |
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are golden, sparkling |
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with blood and dust |
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the angelic motes |
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on beams of blood |
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dance |
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at night |
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the trees turn under the rain |
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pan lies dead |
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from rut to rot |
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i saw the lighthouses all fall |
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small angels hold parasols |
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and point to other skies |
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the clacking on the fence |
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is long and loud |
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the noise of the fingers |
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crack in my head |
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behind my eyes |
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between the bloodwalls |
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that line the streets and the skulls |
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forever |
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the bonewhite temple |
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letters piling up |
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unanswered stars yawning together |
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you may have this gift from me |
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and i will send you nothing |
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from what i see |
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(and i see all) |
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the green is going |
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black peter arises |
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with his sack chock full of tricks |
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(and none of them eternal) |
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black peter arises |
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with his bag of blood |
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(and none of this runs eternal) |
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black peter arises |
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and he smiles |
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white teeth cap over the blackened stumps |
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all the kings of all particular times |
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have passed away |
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and lie in gutters |
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pretty as pink |
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i thought that i had seen |
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some bright new dawn |
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the children all laid down and smiled |
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the fires no longer smold and dullied |
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i watched the trash |
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that covered this world |
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swimming in farces |
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in mud and in blood |
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without a care in the world |
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the corpses are piled up almost to heaven |
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chuckling or smiling |
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and rubbing their hands |
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without a care in the world |
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and so we all lie dozing under the sun |
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images of banality flick past our eyes |
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as we bask in this paradise |
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littered around us |
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books of religion covering my feet |
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and i haven't the time for a word |
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but still i see cottages covered in honeysuckle |
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the dovecots so full of the Birds in their thousands |
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the cats lap at cream in their pussyland dream |
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and they haven't a care in the world |
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and then it shines |
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we're all dust |
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i drop the compasss and point out the pole |
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and then it shines |
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we're all dust |
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so wait for me at niemandswasser |
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as i watch the flowers bloom |
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and trail the horseflies as they scream |
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the songs we'll never know: |
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it shines: |
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that we're all dust |
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it shines: |
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we're all dust |
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we're all dust |
