| Oh, how the bread stood
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| servile,
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| Before the wind tearing ears of rye.
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| The lake bloomed
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| And facing the village
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| I hid near the damp boundary.
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| Somewhere a horse neighed
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| The barge floated
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| Along the river, which is five miles from the mother.
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| And I'm on that barge
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| Was blessed then
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| Yes, and life was like a flower, simple.
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| But the bush has grown
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| Berry in juice -
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| Flowed through the fingers of someone else's wine.
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| Silverless,
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| Along the curbs
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| I walked in an embrace with my guilt.
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| The city drove into the foliage,
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| drum beat
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| Responded with pity in the chest easily,
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| Fresh air
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| Downpour, thunderstorms
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| And dope dung, and milk.
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| Gray overcoat
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| With Hope, Faith
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| We took cover in a summer dream.
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| We needed the sky
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| There was no love
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| She didn't spin with me.
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| And somehow just like that
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| Suddenly become adults
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| And the old people found the cherished key
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| In the sad fields
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| Where desperately
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| I strive every fall.
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| Gimp my
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| To Grand Hotel Hyatt
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| Rolled in a ball under Vitka button accordion.
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| The heights swayed
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| The bittern screamed
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| And I woke up in a white room drunk.
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| Nurse - "jock",
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| Relax your shoulder
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| And sister - go crazy with her.
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| And empty ear
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| And bird cherry
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| She whispered to me through the window: "This is typhus heart."
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| And I didn't even know
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| What a good sign
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| And burrowed deeper into the snow
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| Cool sheets.
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| On the heart of smallpox,
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| I wanted to hide from everyone.
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| And I didn't even know
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| What a good sign
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| And kept looking at the domes
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| Goldenheads.
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| Spruce plague
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| She called me again.
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| I ate secluded
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| Everything modest
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| And he didn’t know mansions, and stifled his laughter,
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| But the trailer car
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| Like from the bottom of a hook,
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| Picked up, dragged my soul up.
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| And climbed to feed
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| copses
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| Little birds and hares, like grandfather Mazai.
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| And on me again
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| Grace came down
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| And again my eyes sparkled.
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| And gray again
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| Overcoat with Vera
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| We hide in the night.
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| Hope is youth
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| We are not cold with her.
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| Love screams in the settlements.
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| Let that door wait
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| Where will I go forever
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| Once taking the cherished key
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| In the sad fields
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| Where desperately
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| Now I don't aspire anymore.
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| Let that door wait
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| Where will I go forever
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| Once taking the cherished key
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| In the sad fields
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| Where desperately
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| From now on, I no longer strive. |