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A shadow glides above my plate |
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And all I see is birds migrate |
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Going south, remember me |
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When you fly above the sea |
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Autumn dies serene and slow |
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The lamp stands in a gentle glow |
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The silence rules, the evening grows |
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And the moon is far below |
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In me twist a sudden cramp |
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In my heart I hear it stamp |
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Marrow and blood encircle me |
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My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen |
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What will become of you |
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Since you have forsaken me |
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Not one tear I have in me |
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I am numb to my memory |
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I'll believe than that you're dead |
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First I felt bitter, I made amends |
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But I see you in a new light |
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You only have my contempt |
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So I'll believe than that you're dead |
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Second you're a loser, I spit on pretence |
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And I begin to wonder, and I begin to understand |
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That, you're a creature that breeds it's kind and dies |
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You're a creature that breeds and kind of dies |
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You're a creature that breeds it's kind and dies |
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You're a creature that breeds it's kind and dies |
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You're a creature that breeds it's kind and dies |
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You're a creature that breeds it's kind and dies |
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Dies |
