Barren rocks and sand, Bear & Fox held hands,
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held like a timber hitch, held candles to the sun
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Both faint and fading fast, they walked on, windward
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kept time with a pocketmouse, mouths kept mostly shut
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Thought broke the silence like a bone
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[FOX:]
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[half-moaning] a¢æ©«you've worn me like an albatross,
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I've only slowed you down.
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You could've long traded in your braided crown by now
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you could've found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about
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As we rode in circles on our bicycles;
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we walked on balance beams
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the audience cheered for us
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We burned like fevers under carriage hats
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hid behind Venetian masks
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In our human costumes
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We stood like statues once in shepherd's check
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we'll both be decked in herringbone,
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wrapped border drab around already broken ironstonea¢æ?
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[BEAR:]
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a¢æ©«But I've seen these cliffs before,
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St. Agnes brought her palm branch to the hospital
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looked upward lest the charm had fled
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from my brother's breathing bed
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And when he died I shut his dogtooth violet eyes:
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He looked just like me
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climb on down and see
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they laid him on the rocks below
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there'll be enough to fill your cup for days;
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I'll stay up here and rest.
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[aside] We'll fly in straight lines as from carronades
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we'll crash like tidal waves, decimate the islands
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As our hollowed lumber falls like water, ends where I start
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In that tattered rag shop back in Asbury Park
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Look how soon my hands won't move
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but if you'll improve, we'll all improve
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Sixty feet and my feet won't move
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but if you'll improve, we'll all improve
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Forty feet, my legs won't move
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but as you improve, we all improve
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Fill our den with acorn mast,
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I'll wake before the salmon pass
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Ten foot more and nothing movesa¢æ?
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Bear's Vision Of St. Agnes
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| Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |
