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Will you bloom bright and fierce?
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And you can't remember where your heart once lay
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Talking to the poets, telling them your name
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Swing this shovel till it cracks the sky
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The High One turned to flame in his hands, and then into a memory
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23:49Cherry-glazed black lines over your eyes
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I've been moving with the bodies that move to a different sound
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They claim to know the form in which genius comes
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And your postman comes and takes me down the street to your house
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You shine so different on another
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16:30You asked if I had read Apollinaire
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The bad taste of better days
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And I will dream of this light with your smell knit into the seat
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If I had all my yesterdays, I'd give them to you, too
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Takes work to hang ribbons in the sky
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He's harpooneer in a whaling crew
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All around the sands
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We are called up to Portsmouth and it's many a weary mile
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And we'll drink up the sun and we'll drink down the moon
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19:08And we'd already have achieved it if everyone was as enlightened as me
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- 1: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 2: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 3: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 4: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 5: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 6: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
- 7: I'll stay out until my mind is like a clear glass
- 8: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 9: Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
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