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SLEEPWALKERS WOMAN
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(Scott Walker)
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In the time of an exile
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from the jails of another
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where soundings are taken
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raw to his eyes.
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I have walked the way from him
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down to splintering bone ashes
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with your voice shining sea
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in his fractures and skys.
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There are no voices here.
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There are only confessions.
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keeping him hidden
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weighed out of his name
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We have entered deserted.
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He has gazed from my windows
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as if all that replaced us
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could still end in me.
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For the first time unwoken
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I am returned.
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For the first time unwoken
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I am returned.
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He arrives from a place
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with a face of fast sun.
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Arrives from a space
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his refuge overrun.
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She will fold him away in his
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badly changed hand.
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Fold him away far behinf
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where I am.
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For the first time forgetting
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I am returned.
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As if all that replaced us
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ends it again
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as if all that replaced us
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ends.
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SLEEPWALKERS WOMAN
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| Scott Walker |
