| Bloody smoke
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| Foggy smoke
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| Beginnings and endings…
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| There’s a heart of the world
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| In the bowed bony Burren
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| There’s a trip-hole to her heart
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| In soaring SnÔfellsness
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| And the crack of the world
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| The moist ruddy lips of her
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| Thee slit of the mother fallen
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| Sliced from the stars
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| By the slicing discus
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| At Kamarupa
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| At Kamarupa
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| At Kamarupa
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| From her mouth at the end
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| Of the worlds
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| From her mouth at the end
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| Of the times
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| The shapes that form the ends
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| Of the wheelings
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| The forces that shape the forms
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| Of the breaths
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| That cover the clouds
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| Of the green world’s last dancing’s
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| Flicker forth like spring-heeled jackals
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| All laughing and bloody and wrathful
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| And peaceful and shining and pallid
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| And burning and liquid and sadness
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| And joy
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| And joy
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| (Mansour is smiling teethly at the stars
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| John sits on the stairs with me His eyes are shining —
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| Mother — come to me)
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| Little lovely licking tongues of fire
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| Smiling and slyly emerge from the stones
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| The air is now very very viscous
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| In the distance Sunday children play pipes
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| The air is now very violent
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| Birds do not fill the air
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| Laughing does not fill the air
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| No bodies fill the air
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| But the sun filters slowly through the air
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| As if it has turned to sticky sweet mud
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| All flowers die
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| Except for some few
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| A chain of burning bloody flowers
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| Follow my eyes crying tears
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| (Lilith is smiling at the corpse of a cow
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| And in that corpsey cow
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| The corpse of another
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| And so on and so on And perhaps forever
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| If times were not folding and falling
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| Over each other
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| And so on and so on and so on And certainly endless)
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| Mene mene tekel upharsin
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| We have been weighed and lost
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| We have been weighed and lost
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| (I slept I dreamt I dreamed a dream:
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| London bright fires smiling and burning
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| Light roads road through the starlacked night
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| Many dark suns are falling falling down
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| London Bridge is destroyed)
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| In my mind pigs and rubble gnaw
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| In the dark heights and hearts of Albion
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| Shudderings in the heart
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| Cruelty in the heart
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| And this is over
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| All over now
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| In Kamarupa
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| In Kamarupa
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| My eyes my mind spinning
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| Spinning back and forth
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| Eyes in London
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| Mind in a hole
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| Oh they come they come
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| They run out
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| Fleeing from what
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| They come out running
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| Running
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| Great Babylon has fallen fallen fallen
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| Jerusalem has fallen fallen fallen
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| The great great beast
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| Is dead dead dead dead
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| Simon, Simon is dead dead dead dead
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| And some other bleeding children
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| Are smiling
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| They’re dead in the rubble
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| They’re dead dead dead dead
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| And Mercury rises
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| And Mercury falls
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| And how dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead are you
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| Summertime
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| When the living is easy
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| Summertime
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| When the dying is easy
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| The world shudders on Black tree against a bruised blue sky
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| The fairground is all shabby and silent
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| Red sky at night
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| Red sky at night
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| Danger
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| Christ is crying
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| Christ’s tears leaving
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| His heart and night
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| All the many faces we have worn
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| All the many faces we have borne
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| And dead dead dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead dead are we Though once I thought
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| Oh once I read
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| The hidden god plays hide and seek
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| Whilst others still run from him
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| From the world’s stomach
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| The goddies emerge
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| And who comes to judge us And who comes to push us The bloody master
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| Is bloody dead dead dead
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| And who comes to strike us And who comes to hold us Where is his colour
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| Where is her cover
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| And What is her nature
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| And where does he shine from
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| (Broken birds move through the air —
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| They all drink blood)
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| When Christ smiles his smile is broken
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| Holly ivy old dead trees
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| Dead dead dead
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| Holy and ivy dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead
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| Rainbow lovely arc lovely lights
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| Dead dead dead dead
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| Horn stag cross meets hunter
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| Dead dead dead dead
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| (Oh Saint Eustace ora pro nobis)
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| Old woman old woman old woman
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| Old and dead dead dead dead
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| Now no summers left
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| This side of boxwood
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| Crosses broken in my midsummer
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| The south is dying
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| The north is dying
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| The west is dying
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| The east is dying
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| There are four corners to the world she said
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| And every one
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| Is dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead dead
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| And all the planets
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| They’re dead dead dead dead
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| And all my heart
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| Is dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
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| Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead
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| It’s all dead dead dead |