Night a nine of diamonds
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A woman lay and cries
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At the sister of Mercy
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On a Sabbath day
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Night a nine of diamonds
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As revealers commence
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To shiver as she bore
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In a babe, a radiance
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Brave in constant motion
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Wherein perfection brews
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Darkness as his brother
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Mischief as his moon
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Summoning beneath
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With his gypsy moves
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Yearning as the foal
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Shy and beautiful
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Every card he drew
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Had a different face
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Lingering and lost
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Unholy holy ghosts
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I tend to play them all
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He spoke with confidence
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Another kind of strange
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To shift in loneliness
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He sought not for himself
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The empire he would find
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Save the golden womb
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He enter in his mind
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We will die a littler
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The rogues whistling
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Nine blue-eyed sailors
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Tip their caps to him
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As he passes through them
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More vagabond than king
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With diamonds on his sleeves
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Like a harlequin
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Nine
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| Patti Smith |
