| I thought I had seen the Deep
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| And opened my books
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| Crooked time opened
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| Shepherds hearing voices
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| I also heard the voice
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| Of your eyes
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| Dark emerald seducer
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| Covered the carved rose
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| Bracketed the melted crux
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| Crutch kicked from under me
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| Under hills with skin
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| Faded like dogs dreaming
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| Of the coming master dark dog
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| The bitch creased in black jets
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| Felt the glans muscle into the clouds
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| Of pink and twink and skittle
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| Hurtle away
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| You groovy girls with Teeth
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| Cursed with bloods Moons and necklaces
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| I thought of the Cat when
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| I almost entered the Bright Bowl Howl
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| And still thought of the Cat in brother-love
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| More fun than the gun at my head
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| I thought of the beach drowning in lights
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| I thought of the time it was 4 or 5
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| Short hours I slept and damaged my soul
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| Or southern legs: the cramp
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| Kicks in like an ape
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| At the back of my neck is the cervix
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| Timed the faces in the sky
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| Elephants in dandelion or clover
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| Ventured into Persia in that dream
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| I had classical passion slipped into me
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| Gravelled harsh music
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| Clapping whores back to sweet Ram
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| Slipping between the Sphinx’s legs
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| Come on in
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| Come on down
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| Further down to the very end of the rainbow
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| Where its hands push her heart
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| Into the beautiful lake of flowers
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| Kissing the edges
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| Kissing the birds
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| Who salute Queendom
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| As she swoops over the horizon
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| With angels and adders holding
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| The hem of her graceful naked gown |