[ lyrics: Natalie Merchant/music: J.C. Lombardo ]
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oh my dear friend
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my dear friend giorgio
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how has this time breton
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discouraged your liaison with the
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eye styled metaphysical
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incongruous scenarios
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dauntly jaunt about through nostalgic despair
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within childlike renderings
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of a nightmarish recall
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"all my images
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fragments i've shored upon my ruins
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pictor classicus sum
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i am pure"
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step solemn with the
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air of reluctant manes
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as rod and hoop shadow children
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scatter through a henna arcade
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figures indentured to a windless landscape
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enduring silence and flame
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da
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da da
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no loyalty to the nonsensical
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scorned their nihilist pageantry
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Pour De Chiciro
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| 10000 Maniacs |
