| Fourteen long years she lies oh she lies oh
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| And love as she lies she dreams in white stone
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| Colonnade marbled and balcony empty
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| A broken band brokenly marks broken time
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| Fourteen years she dreams oh she dreams oh
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| As dreamer she dreams on, as lover entwines
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| Her limbs grow round his limbs, she drinks from a bottle
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| She walks through the city she’s lost and then found
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| Fourteen long years, further back scattered
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| She sits on some beach and reasons with him
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| In the secret red moist heart, the most loved and most dark
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| The flame shaft and fierce dart, the rose-leaf and moss-part
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| Spreadeagled like starfish, most pain and most fear
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| Like flower of sea-grass, most fragile and harmless
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| Most fiery and bloody, most childlike and wrinkled
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| This starfish, this spider, most wretched and great
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| Do not cry for me; |
| let me show you the path
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| On which we neither come nor go
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| She smiles at me lake-wide, wet-brown-eyed and dark-skinned
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| Some dark moon unmoved stalks through our loss
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| Do not spend this night with me;
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| I shall make the fallen blind see
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| This too another broken toy, from broken girl gift to broken boy
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| I ask my sea-blue rushing mother:
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| Shall she hear the lions roar? |