I loaded the variables like masterpieces
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from under the germ-led advance.
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I saw your compass on a sea of frayed cable
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and aspects of vision afloat
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in a glance.
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and outside the train overnight floodlights
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on inexorable sights.
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You loaded the variables like acquisitions
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from under the noses entranced
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you heard some trumpets you thought were
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turntables and inklings to listen
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dispersed
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in a glance.
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outside the train overnight contrite the
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whistle wails goodnight apologizing like
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an ol' dictator might.
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Of course we’re now travelling by plane
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if it’s not a Canada of a pain
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we’ll entertain the idea of train
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outside the train overnight bloodlines
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wheel-burnished in moonlight a great
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candescent white skeleton of flight.
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Train Overnight
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| Tragically Hip |
