Eyeless in the morning sun you were
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Pale and mild, a modern girl
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Taken with thought, still prone to care
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Makin tea in your underwear
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You went out in the yard to find
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Something to eat and clear your mind
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Something bad inside me went away
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Quaking leaves and broken light
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Shifting skin the coming night
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The bearers of all good things arrive
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Climb inside us, twist and cry
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A kiss on your molten eyes
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Myriad lives like blades of grass
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Yet to be realized, bow as they pass
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They are cold,
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Still,
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Waiting in the ether,
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To form,
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Feel,
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Kill,
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Propagate,
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Only to die
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[x2]
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Dissolve
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Magically,
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Absurdly,
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They'll end,
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Leave,
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Dissipate,
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Coldly
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And strangely
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Return
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Those To Come
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The Shins |