Eyeless in the morning sun you were
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Pale and mild
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A modern girl
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Taken with thought still prone to care
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Making tea
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In your underwear
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You went out in the yard to find
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Something to eat
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And clear your mind
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And something bad inside me went away
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Quaking leaves and broken light
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Shifting skin
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The coming night
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The bearers of all good things arrive
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Climb inside us
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Twist and cry
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A kiss on your molten eyes
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Myriad lives
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Like blades of grass
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Yet to be realized
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Bow as they pass
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They are cold
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Still
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Waiting in the
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Ether to
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Form
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Feel
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Kill
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Propagate
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Only to die
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They are cold
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Still
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Waiting in the
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Ether to
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Form
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Feel
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Kill
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Propagate
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Only to die
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Dissolve magically
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Absurdly
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They'll end
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Leave
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Dissipate
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Coldly and
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Strangely
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Return
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Those To Come
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Iron Horse |