| Ride the 28 up through Old Town
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| Cherry trees cast their blossoms down
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| I should want for nothing at all
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| But dogs of longing come when I call
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| Here again, this grit in my eye
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| Stagnant pool all covered with flies
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| See the woman dressed up in white
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| Cast her sickle into the night
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| What is rest?
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| What is rest?
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| If I cannot sleep next to you?
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| What is warmth?
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| What is truth?
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| If I can’t have an effect on you?
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| What is rest?
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| What is rest?
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| If I cannot sleep next to you?
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| What is warmth?
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| What is truth?
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| If I can’t have an effect on you?
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| Charcoal sketches and lemongrass tea
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| Paper boats I carried to sea
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| Memory folds itself on desire
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| I am ice but married to fire
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| What is rest?
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| What is rest?
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| If I cannot sleep next to you?
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| What is warmth?
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| What is truth?
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| If I can’t have an effect on you?
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| What is rest?
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| What is rest?
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| If I cannot sleep next to you?
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| What is warmth?
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| What is truth?
|
| If I can’t have an effect on you?
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| What is rest?
|
| What is rest?
|
| If I cannot sleep next to you?
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| What is warmth?
|
| What is truth?
|
| If I can’t have an effect on you?
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| What is rest?
|
| What is rest?
|
| If I cannot sleep next to you?
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| What is warmth?
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| What is truth?
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| If I can’t have an effect on you? |