Oh, night set on when I fell down
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In the corner of the field.
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Cuckoo, I too sang,
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Spit the blood of welling thougohts.
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Waking with a hundred grains.
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Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.
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I could not face you.
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Since I don't know my father,
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I won't be a son.
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In morning when words rise up
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Like the echo of a stone axe,
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Some demon in me wants to rise up
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And walk away.
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When I am alone in the day.
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At night when I am going without clothes
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I see your knees where I would sit,
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The purple chair,
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Golden trim hedged 'round.
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I hid myself underneath my father
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With the robes of a son.
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In the morning when words rose up
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Like the echo of a stone axe.
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Some demon in me crawled out
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And ran away.
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I remember when I took the gifts
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Asking you for everything,
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Throw your name in the well.
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I sink, and sink.
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Cuckoo Spitting Blood
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| Anathallo |
