| Merge, a vessel, a harbour
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| A perfect union
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| Of gift and reception
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| Each an eye
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| On the same face
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| Loss and gain
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| Fly into the mouth of the ground
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| Six feet under
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| Thanks to some failure
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| Fly into the mouth of the ground
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| Six feet under
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| One for the night
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| One for the dark
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| Taste each other
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| For a moment, then goodbye
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| Hold her eyes
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| Share the same air
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| Oh lay it down
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| Oh lay it bare
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| I’m speachless
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| Naked as a fiery sunset
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| You turn, not fleeting
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| Destroyed not complete
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| A perfect cocophony
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| Rising like vapour
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| Solid and liquid
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| Awkward and trapping
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| Stolen but paid for
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| Legs and knees and ankles and toes
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| When it burns an old enemy flows
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| Legs and knees and ankles and toes
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| When it burns an old enemy flows
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| Gathered and strewn
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| From this altitude
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| To some other moon
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| Wearing false armour
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| And useless shields
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| Failed to exist
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| Crying out and into the streets
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| They are always prepared for the cries
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| Prepared for the worst
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| Crying outloud at the untold
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| They are transfixed but not transformed
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| Stop accomodating echoes
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| Into these hard-pressed streets
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| Into these well-travelled streets
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| Into these hard-pressed streets |