Meet me at
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St. Nicholas
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Among the oaks
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Behind the church
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That sway like pig-tailed girls
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As summer wind whistles
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Around your bare-shin knees
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And the forsythia leaves
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In the shade
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Lay with me
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Tickled by
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The feather reed
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That's where the trees grow old
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Under the ivy's hold
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As you in my two arms
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Equally safe from harm
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And in a hazy daydream
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Our bodies married the stream
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And we broke down into pebbles and silt
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The water ran from the fields
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Until the oceans we filled
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And found the seabed the comfiest quilt
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There was more life in the weeds
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Than in the few hundred seats
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In rows from transept to chancel to nave
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And when their anger had paused
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I turned and answered their calls
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With "You're just audience,
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I'm the applause."
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We take on the burden of
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All these sad-eyed children
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With lilies bunched in our hands
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We fake our concern
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And speak softly as the surgeon
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Tells wife to cancel her plans
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Take a body to water
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Take a body to tundra
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Just take me with you as well
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Please take a body to water
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Take a body to tundra
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Just take me with you as well
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To Tundra
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| Los Campesinos! |
