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'Lo and behold your mother is drinking again. This might be the coldest winter since records began. You were alone and steady with wintry calm. Leading the children softly across the fold. . In t
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You've made your decision. Now get up and leave. The familiar sting of the woodcutter's swing to the tree. . I'll fall in the forest. To elbows and knees. And it won't make a sound. Since there
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My family on the right hand side. And your family on the left. We got married in a single bed. And sang shaker hymns. . When your war horse grandfather had sung. The whole damn Song of Solomon.
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Two young hearts will meet in the middle, . And a light will flicker on, where there once was none. Where does love come from?. The bodies in the firmament are spinning like a plate; . I was lost
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Two young hearts will meet in the middle, . And a light will flicker on, where there once was none. Where does love come from?. The bodies in the firmament are spinning like a plate; . I was lost
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I waited by your bedside and . Couldn't close my eyes all night. I named you like a prayer. It's anybody's guess how . The angel of doubt came down. And crept into your bed. But after we danced
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I waited by your bedside and . Couldn't close my eyes all night. I named you like a prayer. It's anybody's guess how . The angel of doubt came down. And crept into your bed. But after we danced
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I used to be a king alone. Like Solomon or Rehoboam. And in the eaves, the Corvidae. Did jealous keep my picture frames. And everything did oxidate in place. . But then you came, a single cell.
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At the bottom of our rotten . Boat there is a lake. Things with many limbs are creeping . Round my teenaged legs. . Late October, old wives' summer, . I'm all arms and legs. Spread out like an
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You've made your decision. Now get up and leave. The familiar sting of the woodcutter's swing to the tree. . I'll fall in the forest. To elbows and knees. And it won't make a sound. Since there
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At the bottom of our rotten . Boat there is a lake. Things with many limbs are creeping . Round my teenaged legs. . Late October, old wives' summer, . I'm all arms and legs. Spread out like an
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Like faithful oxen through the chalk, . With dragging tails of history walk. Soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss. . Beneath an
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My family on the right hand side. And your family on the left. We got married in a single bed. And sang shaker hymns. . When your war horse grandfather had sung. The whole damn Song of Solomon.
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Night descended like a blanket, on the house. Where I miss you like a limb. I close the curtains, shun the working and. I put your record on. . I, the lonely tax collector, never had. Such a fee
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Like faithful oxen through the chalk, . With dragging tails of history walk. Soon confuse the compass and the cross. Carefully and cursively we fill our travelling diaries with loss. . Beneath an
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Night descended like a blanket, on the house. Where I miss you like a limb. I close the curtains, shun the working and. I put your record on. . I, the lonely tax collector, never had. Such a fee
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Lo and behold your mother is drinking again,. This might be the coldest winter since records began,. You were alone, steady with wintry calm,. Leading the children softly across the fold, Each morn
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I used to be a king alone. Like Solomon or Rehoboam. And in the eaves, the Corvidae. Did jealous keep my picture frames. And everything did oxidate in place. . But then you came, a single cell.
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'Lo and behold your mother is drinking again. This might be the coldest winter since records began. You were alone and steady with wintry calm. Leading the children softly across the fold. . In t
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Two young hearts will meet in the middle, . And a light will flicker on, where there once was none. Where does love come from?. The bodies in the firmament are spinning like a plate; . I was lost
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I used to be a king alone. Like Solomon or Rehoboam. And in the eaves, the Corvidae. Did jealous keep my picture frames. And everything did oxidate in place. . But then you came, a single cell.
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At the bottom of our rotten . Boat there is a lake. Things with many limbs are creeping . Round my teenaged legs. . Late October, old wives' summer, . I'm all arms and legs. Spread out like an
