| Came in through the wall
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| Looking like a simple being
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| Should have known better
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| You were talking to the spirit kingdom
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| Fox, hare, kestrel skull
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| The movement large
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| The weather dull
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| Pick again until the cards can form our meaning
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| You are the follies fixture
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| Never knew how much I had missed you
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| Walk with me to the burning spire
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| We can count the dad on Ender’s pyre
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| The dusty towns whre the number’s found
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| Don’t quite match the missing
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| Fox, hare, kestrel skull
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| The muddied snow
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| My Easter’s cull
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| Walk with me until I can find some meaning
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| The sun beat through the glass to grace our meeting
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| The sun broke through the glass to form our meeting
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| The sun broke through the glass to form our meeting
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| Looking out on a Belleville crowd
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping
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| Every sight of you I know is worth the keeping |