| I have to say
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| I have to see
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| The twilight moonlit
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| The houses on hills
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| All appear so blind
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| At night
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| The webs that bind them
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| To the skies
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| Are golden, sparkling
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| With blood and dust
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| The angelic motes
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| On beams of blood
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| Dance
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| At night
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| The trees turn under the rain
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| Pan lies dead
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| From rut to rot
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| I saw the lighthouses all fall
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| Small angels hold parasols
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| And point to other skies
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| The clacking on the fence
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| Is long and loud
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| The noise of the fingers
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| Crack in my head
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| Behind my eyes
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| Between the bloodwalls
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| That line the streets and the skulls
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| Forever
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| The bonewhite temple
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| Letters piling up
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| Unanswered stars yawning together
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| You may have this gift from me
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| And i will send you nothing
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| From what i see
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| (and i see all)
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| The green is going
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| Black peter arises
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| With his sack chock full of tricks
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| (and none of them eternal)
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| Black peter arises
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| With his bag of blood
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| (and none of this runs eternal)
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| Black peter arises
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| And he smiles
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| White teeth cap over the blackened stumps
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| All the kings of all particular times
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| Have passed away
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| And lie in gutters
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| Pretty as pink
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| I thought that i had seen
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| Some bright new dawn
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| The children all laid down and smiled
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| The fires no longer smold and dullied
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| I watched the trash
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| That covered this world
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| Swimming in farces
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| In mud and in blood
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| Without a care in the world
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| The corpses are piled up almost to heaven
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| Chuckling or smiling
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| And rubbing their hands
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| Without a care in the world
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| And so we all lie dozing under the sun
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| Images of banality flick past our eyes
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| As we bask in this paradise
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| Littered around us
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| Books of religion covering my feet
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| And i haven’t the time for a word
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| But still i see cottages covered in honeysuckle
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| The dovecots so full of the Birds in their thousands
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| The cats lap at cream in their pussyland dream
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| And they haven’t a care in the world
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| And then it shines
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| We’re all dust
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| I drop the compasss and point out the pole
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| And then it shines
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| We’re all dust
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| So wait for me at niemandswasser
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| As i watch the flowers bloom
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| And trail the horseflies as they scream
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| The songs we’ll never know:
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| It shines:
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| That we’re all dust
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| It shines:
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| We’re all dust
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| We’re all dust |