(Verlaine)
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The docks
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the clocks
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a whisper woke him up
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the smell of water
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would resume.
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the cave
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the waves
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of light the unreal night.
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that flat curving
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of a room.
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Prove it... just the facts... the confidential
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This case, this case, this case that i...
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i've been workin' on so long...
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first you creep
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then you leap
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up about a hundred feet
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yet you're in so deep
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you could write the Book.
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Chirpchirp
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the birds
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they're giving you the words
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The world is just a feeling
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you undertook.
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Remember?
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Now the rose
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it slows
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you in such colorless clothes
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Fantastic! You lose your sense of human.
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Project
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Protect
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It's warm and it's calm and it's perfect
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It's too "too too"
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to put a finger on
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This case is closed.
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Prove It
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Tom Verlaine |