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Your dirty teeth, your raunchy breath Your gilded streets are simply left
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Through Iv'ry I send fictions—False
Lovely lies not easily lost
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Discretely being space to space But existence must be continuity
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There's this look In their faces tonight
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One side gleaming, burnished white
The other—cracked, yellowed with age
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"These fools! They're softly waking And walking, I suppose
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I've transcended the plane Yeah, into space
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O lovely, wondered gates of sleep
One of Ivory, the other Horn
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As the death of dusk draws nigh
And tonight in the name of liberty
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But at your fulcrum, in my design
I've sown the seeds of your disease
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In sinuous, arbitrary lines
He has formed and traced himself
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I'm the sedentary type, I suppose
I enjoy the wait
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Ours, they must observe
In the end they must deny
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I will create reality out of nothingness and
Dreams, pithy to form and function,
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If miles are minutes, and sixty gone
An hour's left, but sixty long
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Simplicity and Beauty all / These words I hope to pen / And in this beauty I hope to bathe / So I may return pure again / And with a bitter wish for valiance / A desire to be home / Moral and proud and something m
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The Miner rests his pick in ground / Gleaming finery, a wedding gown / And takes from it a Precious Ore / And draws from it a lovely sound / As Metal clangs and fire forms / This conflagration, it must abhor / The
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If lips had stuttered phrases / A dozen times before / Then tonight I'm a baker, waking / Ma'am, and waiting here once more / And if this joy was tangible / I guess my pockets would be cold / Two hands, an empty s
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If sleep can heal and sleep can mend / A broken frame, and back again / I suppose I must attempt and then / Return, Love, return / Now take these pillows and take these sheets / And take to all the Tulsa streets
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With each soft swell, from crest to trough / The Midwest rolls beneath my feet
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And with a breath, painted silver Intent, yet impure, and
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I am nothing beautiful Self loathing a depreciation
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There is solace in this silence And I've been silent for a while
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These scars, my dowry And a woman I've never seen before
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I'll pull my people through the rubble I will bring rebirth
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Arise, the Mass the Multitude! Messiah, Fraud, and Whore
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Watch and wait! No hesitation! I have insecurity to sell
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In twilight and fire, their flames will expire Their hearts are dead and gone
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Duty cries for understanding And rests within God's philandring
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Waiting, left, and nothing more And there you stand, beholden, right
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I pray I don't die But at least I'm alive
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