| Dear sir dear lady
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| This carnival is dead and gone
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| And never anyway alas this party never yet began
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| The chairs and tables dust of dust
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| Yes verydust of veryrust of verymust and farewelltrust
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| I thought I saw you in the crowd dear heart
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| You turned away from me and dissolved into light
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| The broken lights and faded buntings
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| Call to us all the inmost light
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| And don’t glare wide your eyes in wonder
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| They will flick back inside your mind
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| And on the bonescreen of your skull
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| They watch no musical salutes
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| So thoroughly modern now we are
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| But the last reel of all time
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| The inmost night
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| Its frames are glared and slow and out of focus
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| Valentino Vallee Moss all dead!
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| The inmost night
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| And the little bells go tinkle
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| And your eyes begin to twinkle
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| And the joints and sinews crack
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| It’s the expansion of your mind death
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| Death
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| Death
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| Death
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| The inmost night
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| The cat’s face glares from shiny card
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| The deadcat from my past
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| You tumble you froth and fun forever
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| An orchestra from another time
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| Another world all dead
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| The churchbells silent the rainstained glass of God is smashed
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| And you take your choice you sup with the devil
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| You choke on your pride for ever and ever
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| My memory of my inmost light tumbles froth and fun forever
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| Vulvaic memories imagined of my would-be-life
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| Well that won’t be
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| And that won’t be
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| And that won’t be
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| And for my troubles and my pain
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| And for the losses and the wains
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| I get a picture in my mind
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| The slyly smily smiling kiss
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| Of your sweet heart and face
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| And your legs in some final benediction
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| Your inmost warmheart says ta-ra
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| The inmost light
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| And I wished to die inside of you
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| And push up into your heart so violently that
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| Face to face with matrix creatrix am
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| The inmost light
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| The inmost night |