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We go to the playground in the winter time. The sun is fading fast. Upon the slides into the past. Upon the swings of indecision in the wintertime In the dimming diamonds. Scattering in the park.
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In Liverpool on Sunday. No traffic on the avenue. The light is pale and thin like you. No sound, down in this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry he's crazy, he's throwing himself. Down
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Watch while the queen. In one false move. Turns herself into a pawn. Sleepy and shaken. And watching while the blurry night. Turns into a very clear dawn Do you love any, do you love none. Do yo
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call on that saint. and the candle that burns. keeping her safe. until her return plaster and paint. holding the fire. a poor woman's saint. holding all man's desire bold little bird. fly away
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Am I an afternoon's pastime?. A thing on a string. To be thrown and retrieved. Like a phone call received. On somebody's birthday. To tease and delight. And then say goodnight. And then just sa
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By day give thanks. By night beware. Half the world in sweetness. The other in fear When the darkness takes you. With her hand across your face. Don't give in too quickly. Find the thing she's e
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I only turned to see. What hand had set this inner field. Alight against the flame I see. The outline of a man against a night Take back your sympathy. I do not need to drink that bitter stuff. I
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I dreamed you were a rich man. And that I had no place to go. I came to you, to see if you would take me in. Through golden curtains you told me, you'd let me know Now you drink for 10 and you smok
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If I had met you on some journey. Where would we be now. If we had met some eastbound train. Through some black sleeping town Would you have worn your silken robes. All made of royal blue?. Would
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There's a sound across the alley. Of cold metal touching skin. And you can see, if you look in her window. That she has gone and cut her hair again In straight lines. Straight lines Those soft gol
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The ceiling had a painting on it. In our room in France. So we were living underneath. Some angels in a dance My husband was not feeling well. And so we went to bed. He woke up complaining. Of a
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We had our neighborhood girl. She used to hang out, in front of McKinsey's Bar. And we were interested in her and her clientele. We just wonder where she's gone. Oh she's gone? Yes, she's gone, go
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He is not my friend but he is with me. Like a shadow is with a foot that falls. His hand is on my back when I step from the sidewalk. Or when I'm walking down these darkened halls He's the thin man
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When blood sees blood of it's own. It sings to see itself again. It sings to hear the voice it's known. It sings to recognize the face One body split and passed along the line. From the shoulder t
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Now the time has come to speak. I was not able. And water through a rusted pipe. Could make the sense that I do Gurgle and mutter. Hiss, stutter. Moan the words like water. Rush, foam and choke.
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