He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet,
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and crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes,
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but we're wondering where to sleep,
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clever words on pages turn to fragments, circles, points and lines,
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and cover them like carpets, with graceful,
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meaningless ornamental designs
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Come quick, you light that knows no evening
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Come, alone to the alone!
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I have a thousand half-loves well worth leaving for to take your madness home,
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and you dance inside my chest where no on sees you,
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but sometimes I see you
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rejoice, the cleansing of my lips
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Rejoice, salvation of my soul!
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But I still have a thousand half-loves
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(Oh my God! I want to shoot myself just thinking about it)
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And you think I don't mean what I say?
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Well I mean every word I say.
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I threw a small stone down at the reflection of my image in the water,
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and it altogether disapperared.
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I burst, as it shattered through me like a bullet through a bottle,
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and I'm expected to believe that any of this is real.
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Seven Sisters
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| Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |
