| When Your Nine Day Feed Is Up
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| And You’ve Drained Your Loving Cup
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| Come Stands Reeling To The Shore
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| When The Brave Are Coming Out
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| The Dry Fight And The Dusty Shout
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| See You Crawling On The Floor
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| And Diamond Stars Shine Glitter Bright
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| Gorging Your Sanhedralite
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| Words Are Falling To The Floor
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| Glands Stand Pouring Fruit Tree
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| Now They Glisten On The Water Line
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| See How You Are At The Shore —
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| I’m Moving Chrissie Pretty Flowers In The Shutter Maze
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| Haul Up All Your Petty Desires
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| Leave It Lying Down Before
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| Wash Away The Rusty Disease
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| Of Your Brown Town Days In Our Silver Sea
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| Leave It Dying At The Door
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| Feather Yell You’ve Time To Leave
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| Open Out Your
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| Arms And
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe |