Pick up the phone.
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(Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin,
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And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in.)
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Paint the receiver
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To the side of the fake, lying at the bottom of the staircase.
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Broken elbows, and your coming through the window.
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And whoever called night a blanket,
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Had never the felt the cold.
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And whoever called the night a blanket--
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So use your fingers, darling. and
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Tear away at the restraints they call the body.
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It's the temporary things that rip us apart.
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For the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces.
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This is history to thievery.
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These are only games we play.
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Hang up the phone.
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A Word Of Welcome And Of Warning
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| La Dispute |
