section I
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(many voices overlapping):
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I wouldn't call it dark one spade
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three spades I wouldn't call it
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light either four spades pass oh
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oh there go all my coins there's
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someone at the door what was that?
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there's water nearby I can tell
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drop down to or pass on by? pass
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on by and after the meeting they
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asked me if I would like to become
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the conductor of their choir I
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couldn't believe it isn't it fantastic?
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it's not art it's self-defense it
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it captures him he has to capture
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it back it's a power struggle self-
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defense it's not art not art are
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these your coins? oh yeah did you
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sit down? are you cold? no I'm cold
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I mean yes grainy I was thinking
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of something else pretty cold brrr
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no don't sound like you're reading
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it just sort of say it there are
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mountains nearby like you're moving
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through the night I can tell and
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it's grainy I can hear the coins
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dropping on them drop down to or
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pass on by? pass on by has nothing
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to do with the church because it
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is a choir from the church but they
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say it doesn't matter we sing other
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songs as well beauty without scrutiny
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that's a true definition of it
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I could tell it was beautiful before
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I even saw it and I pressed through
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the tourists swimming swimming
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through the freezing pins to see and I
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couldn't see you could say one more
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silent something pressing through the
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graininess of night I'm really longing
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forward to see you now let the music
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play for a while grainy grainy this
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time I remembered to say I love
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you and then we moved through a
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dark valley and then up into the
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sky and I said LOOK! LOOK! but there
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was not a speck to be seen...
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but there's water nearby...
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mmm mmm...
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section II
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there is a man
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standing in a field
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leans on his hoe
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stares down the furrows
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counts on his fingers
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one more endless flight
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of the inarticulate soul
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that he borrows
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section III
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Vladimir Vladimir
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standing in the field
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'til he lines his
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sight along the furrows
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waiting for the...
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waiting for the...
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waiting for the flight
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set against the fading light
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waiting for his
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hand to put the hoe down
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waiting for the...
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waiting for the...
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waiting for the flight
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Vladimir Vladimir
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| Jane Siberry |
