| Some people say that it’s all just conjecture
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| Like trying to synthesise undergrad lectures
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| With the wrought-iron balconies
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| In Greenwich this Spring
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| There’s a schism, a chasm of language
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| Between the taste and the thought of this sandwich
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| Between the thing and the myth I make
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| To feign meaningfulness
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| Mountain is and mountain was
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| I am all of the above
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| Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave
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| To the marrow of belief
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| How absurd just to live in this body
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| In this town and not south Nagasaki
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| Or anywhere else with a name
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| Unknown to myself
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| In Tibet I’d be bowing to Buddha
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| At Kachemak Bay, I’d see pods of belugas
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| With light pouring into my eyes
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| And no image the same
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| Mountain is and mountain was
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| I am all of the above
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| Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave
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| To the marrow of belief
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| Oh, to have a distilled sense of sensing
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| Does the banshee get tired of lamenting?
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| Daisies can’t become daffodils
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| So why should that become this?
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| Yet I feel your love carve through the waters
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| 'Round the landscape of somebody’s daughter
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| You call me peninsula
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| An island no more
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| Mountain is and mountain was
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| I am all of the above
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| Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave
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| To the marrow of belief
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| When you go over, I’ll go under
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| When you go over, I’ll go under
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| Don’t let our vessels be carried asunder
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| When you go over, when you go over
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| When you go over (Go, go), I’ll go under (Go, go)
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| When you go over (Go, go), I’ll go under (Go, go)
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| Don’t let our vessels (Go, go) be carried asunder (Go, go)
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| When you go over (Go, go), when you go over (Go, go)
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| Mountain is and mountain was
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| I am all of the above
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| Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave
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| To the marrow of belief
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| Mountain is and mountain was
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| I am all of the above
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| Don’t cast aside, dare to cleave
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| To the marrow of belief |