| The lovely copper colored mountain of flesh and stars
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| In my hands I cup my decline as it flowers into them
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| This is the rippling of the ages
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| Our lives are like rain
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| The small shower, the downfall, the thunderous pouring
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| In some green field of rape we lie
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| Dominion of this and that
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| He had one savage head like a great dead dog
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| He had one sad aged head, weeping
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| His other head
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| Over in the distance the hills are moving
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| London bridge burns, why, god may be dead
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| Many little children cry and laugh
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| My mind to me a kingdom is
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| Oh shall you kiss me as before
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| So then, here I am
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| The sky
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| What color shall I call it
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| From turquoise to what
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| Dark and light it is
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| Under it, a red fire cat shrugs it’s shoulders
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| Her smile is bone white glory
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| The moon is a tiny star
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| And all the stars are shot from the glowing moons
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| Mothers all around me
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| Black faced, red spotted
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| Michael, Gabrael, Samael, Azrael
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| I laid down and wept
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| Let my mind not go
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| Bubbling lights all around me
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| I laid down and wept
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| Her smile is bone white glory
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| We may as well go with the angels
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| I laid down and wept
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| Sheeted wings, black amily
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| My love for you is very great
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| The breath of the stars
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| Between the ivory towers of her teeth (the sorrow of things)
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| There I say, in the red bed of the flesh (how lovely, how sad)
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| There is the golden womb of God (the sorrow of things)
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| I say there
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| These are God’s pillars (how lovely how said)
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| Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things)
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| We may as well go with the angels (how lovely how sad)
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| Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things)
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| We may as well go with the angels (how lovely how sad)
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| Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things)
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| We may as well go with the angels (how lovely how sad)
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| The sorrow of things
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| How lovely, how sad
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| The sorrow of things
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| How lovely, how sad
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| The sorrow of things
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| How lovely, how sad |