| just said it’s the last of the haze cut today
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| the pressures were resting
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| gallant slowly in his gaze
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| the son’s work is done but he’s still flush in the face
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| 'cross the wet sky spreads an inky black stain
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| an episode of sparrows
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| that you’ve never seen
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| an episode of sparrows
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| that you wouldn’t believe
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| i’ll stay and scream of the teeth passering
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| swiftly eclipsing?
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| my wife’s oblivious with slim snappy beads
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| women in a society
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| mine eyes never seen
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| an episode of sparrows
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| spelling my name
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| an episode of sparrows
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| falling displays
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| an airborne ballet
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| the swarming songbirds spell my name
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| while deftly expressing each letter’s shape
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| in this, they confess, they suffer from hunger pains
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| and failure to feed them would?
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| an episode of sparrows
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| shaking me down
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| an episode of sparrows
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| committing raquetiering
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| knowing the cost if i lost my crocs
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| thought of my wife
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| packing bags, running
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| no choice is left
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| my heart sank in my chest
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| on an exhaling breath i shouted,
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| «honey, we’re having guests,
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| i guess.»
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| an episode of sparrows
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| eating all my food
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| an episode of sparrows
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| drink all my booze
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| an episode of sparrows
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| they don’t do no damn dishes
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| an episode of sparrows
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| flew off all fat and drunk on my shit |