| Bind your tortoise mouth
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| With mist and curved teeth
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| The main joke had been cracked
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| And whilst the laughter melted
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| Into smaller worlds like whirlpools
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| Sucking in the slaughtering sheep
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| I looked at your face in pearl light
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| And sleepy the clouds that kiss your mouth
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| And silver-lidded the moon that laughed and cried
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| Whilst the crumbs of night that leap into
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| Shadows as windows close and curtains open
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| Hissed as smoke might if God could give it tongues
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| You were not alone in Sanctus sound
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| As bell shafts spires into liquid dogs
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| And cats curl and arch into kittens again
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| From the corner of my eye
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| I see Black Ships have killed the sky
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| And you’re not alone in Sanctus sound
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| As bell shafts spires into liquid dogs
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| And cats curl and arch into kittens again
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| Yet from the corner of my eye
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| I see Black Ships kill the sky |