I only turned to see
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What hand had set this inner field alight
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Against the flame I see
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The outline of a man against a night
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Take back your sympathy
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I do not need to drink that bitter stuff
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I'd rather break the thread
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That bound us close, and say we called a bluff
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A casual match
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In a very dry field
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What could be
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The season's yield?
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My eyes have gone to coal
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It's nothing I would be concerned about
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Observe the moment
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When the heat of love becomes the chill of doubt
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A casual match
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In a very dry field
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Fire and ash
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Is the season's yield
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We look for a sign
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But it is not revealed
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Fire and ash is the
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Season's yield
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Casual Match
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| Suzanne Vega |
