| When the time comes for marriages to end
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| When all the black gowns are called and sent
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| To darken doors and pay them penance
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| For wishing death before their contracts ended
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| When all the black gowns are hiring
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| Art does the suffering
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| They don’t see the beauty on the power wires
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| Or in an honest man in poor attire
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| But I’ve heard of hope in faceless men
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| I know I’ll never meet
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| I’ve heard of life in those who love so effortlessly
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| Who live forever in a state of vulnerability
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| To leave behind for those they’ve loved
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| Alot of time to weep
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| When the time comes for marriages to end
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| Will the world wait while we address
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| With poignancy enough to down the city of hounds
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| Speaking humanly enough to free us from ourselves
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| Abandonment makes for something heartfelt
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| And finds your ear like chimes and church bells
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| Something special will recede as something boring swells
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| And finds your ear like chimes and church bells |