| Whose is the hand that I will hold?
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| Whose is the face I will see?
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| Whose is the name that I will call
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| When I am called to meet thee?
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| In this life who did you love
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| Beneath the drifting ashes?
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| Beneath the sheeting banks of air
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| That barrenly bore our rations?
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| When I could speak it was too late
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| Didn’t you hear me calling?
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| Didn’t you see my heart leap like
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| A pup in the constant barley?
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| In this new life where did you crouch
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| When the sky had set to boiling?
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| Burning within, seen from without
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| And your gut was a serpent coiling
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| And for the sake of that pit of snakes
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| For whom did you allay your shyness?
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| And spend all your mercy and madness and grace
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| In a day beneath the bending cypress
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| It was not on principle
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| Show, pro-heart that you have got gall
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| A miracle
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| I can bear a lot but not that pall
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| I can bear a lot, but not that pall
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| Kingfisher sound the alarm
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| Say sweet little darling now come to my arms
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| Tell me all about the love you left on the farm
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| He was a kind, unhurried man
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| With a heavy lip and a steady hand
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| But he loved me just like a little child
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| Like a little child loves a little lamb
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| Thrown to the ground by something down there
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| Bitten by the bad air while the clouds tick
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| Trying to read all the signs
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| Preparing for when the bombs hit
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| Hung from the underbelly of the earth
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| While the stars skid away below
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| Gormless and brakeless, gravel-loose
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| Falling silent as gavels in the snow
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| I lay back and spit in my chaw
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| Wrapped in the long arm of the law
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| Who has seen it all
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| I can bear a lot but not that pall
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| I can bear a lot but not that pall
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| Kingfisher, cast your fly
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| O lord, it happens without even trying
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| When I sling a low look from my shuttering eye
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| Blows rain upon the one you loved
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| And though you were only sparring
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| There’s blood on the eye, unlace the glove
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| Say, honey, I am not sorry
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| Stand here and name the one you loved
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| Beneath the drifting ashes
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| And in naming, rise above time
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| As it, flashing, passes
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| We came by the boatload
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| And were immobilized
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| Worshiping volcanoes
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| Charting the loping skies
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| The tides of the earth left
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| Us bound and calcified and made as
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| Obstinate as obsidian
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| Unmoving, save our eyes
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| Just mooning and blinking
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| From faces marked with coal
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| Ash cooling and shrinking
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| Cracks loud as thunder rolling, I swear
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| I know you; |
| you know me
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| Where have we met before, tell me true?
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| To whose authority
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| Do you consign your soul?
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| I had a dream you came to me
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| Saying, you shall not do me harm anymore
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| And with your knife you evicted my life
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| From its little lighthouse on the seashore
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| And I saw that my blood had no bounds
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| Spreading in a circle like an atom bomb
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| Soaking and felling everything in its path
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| And welling in my heart like a birdbath
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| It is too short, the day we are born
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| We commence with our dying
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| Trying to serve with the heart of a child
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| Kingfisher lie with the lion |