| And there, the bones do sleep
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| And there the soul is soul
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| And there the gods do weep
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| When the angels fall
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| But there the thoughts won’t keep
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| And here the blood runs cold
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| And here the grave is deep
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| And the devil calls
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| Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire
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| Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower
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| Where the jeweled stream? |
| Where the eased desire?
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| In some fool’s dream? |
| In the ending hour?
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| Brought my voice, just noise to poor old Silence
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| A clanging toy, a clanging toy
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| Empty, strident
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| Brought my eyes, in utter ruin, sightless
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| The tears I cried, the tears I cried
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| Still so frightened
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| Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire
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| Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower
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| Where the jeweled stream? |
| Where the eased desire?
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| In some fool’s dream? |
| In the ending hour?
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| Where the silver streets? |
| Where the blossoming?
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| Where osunds so sweet?
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| Where songs of spring?
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| Where words for things?
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| Where golden memories?
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| Where quiet seas?
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| Where certainty?
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| Where all might cease, the talk, the want, the posturing?
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| Brought my heart to feed, but my mouth was fire
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| Brought the earth my seed, but it would not flower
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| Where the jeweled stream? |
| Where the eased desire?
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| In some fool’s dream? |
| In the ending hour?
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| Where poetry?
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| Where mystic harmonies?
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| Where love that frees?
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| Where security?
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| Where sympathy?
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| Where tranquility?
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| Where rest in peace?
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| In the dream? |
| Or in the fire?
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| Mouth on fire
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| Mouth on fire |