Place your head on mine.
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Untie your mind.
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Let your bloated brain
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Balloon and float away.
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(Float away...)
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Wet the end of the thread,
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Thimble upon your index,
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Feed the line through inside,
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Draw it from the other side...
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Pull the strand to satisfy
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The need to compose
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This entire naive glow.
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(Set the needle...)
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Set the needle on its path,
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Bobbing up and down and past.
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Tears and seams all turned to one.
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Every stitch and each spool spun.
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A Thousand Year, Minute-Long Intermission
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Forgive Durden |