| of a loved one’s heart
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| Or the breeze that brushes weathered shapes
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| In the tails of cuts out in the sun
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| Just the constant ever-present turn
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| Of the curvature that we stand upon
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| Or the temper of the hairdryers
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| That drone along in tune with the universe
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| All I hear are the clanging
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| Of the carnivores caught on the
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| And the rumble of the supertankers
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| All blowing out distant leagues
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| In the rusty hollow tangled
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| that hang in the abattoir
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| Hear its lonely voice, it cries for the future
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| Now, for a future of any kind
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| I feel for your fingers in the dark
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| But I can’t see the path that lies ahead
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| I point a battery-powered torch
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| But it disappears into the void
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| I feel for your fingers in the dark
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| But I can’t see the path that lies ahead
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| I point a battery-powered torch
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| But it’s shining into darkness
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| The keeper in me, the keeper in you
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| Will keep persevering until we get through
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| To all the light that the door
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| The keeper in me, the keeper in you
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| Will keep persevering until we get through
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| To all the light that the door
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| The keeper in me, the keeper in you
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| Will keep persevering until we get through
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| To all the light that the door |