| Alien evening, dark after four
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| Break out the bulbs from the Arabic store
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| Shoulder the market by the canal
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| Break out in tune to the migrant chorale
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| Twisting of language, breaking of vows
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| Translating names to what tongues will allow
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| Hiding in cellars, listening through floors
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| Settling debts with inherited wars
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| Carrying records, town after town
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| Keys to the temples they burned to the ground
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| Mounting the hill for the final display
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| Dragging the bones of the bodies away
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| Occidental, oriental, over seven seas
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| Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied
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| Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied
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| Crossing Morocco, dry desert plain
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| Over the border & make it to Spain
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| Wear for your coffin a mandarin van
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| Abandoned in London on down by the strand
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| Once there were bellies of galleons to fill
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| Back from the Ivory Coast for a kill
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| Now there are offices crowded with tongues
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| Each of them waits for their number to come
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| ??? |
| are strafing the valley with light
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| Under the quiet New Mexico night
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| Laying it’s hand on invisible lines
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| Death is a friend to a field full of mines
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| Occidental, oriental, over seven seas
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| Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied
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| Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied
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| Gaggle of ragged, frost-bitten geese
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| Murder of crows at the end of a lease
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| Swallows or sparrows, Gypsies or Jews
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| Everyone knows when the rent will be due
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| Vultures despising the swans for their pride
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| Wearing their wings like a train on a bride
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| Under the bridge with their heads in their breasts
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| Waiting for winter to summon them west
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| Reading of horrors in papers of home
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| Hearing reports over satellite phones
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| Shone in the river, the town is a-fire
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| Sending the pigeons over the wire
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| Occidental, oriental, over seven seas
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| Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied
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| Capricorn & Cancer dance a sorry gules lied |