| We picked our way down to the beach
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| Watching the waves dragging out of our reach
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| Tangling tails, like a sodden sheet
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| Dangling entrails from the gut of the sea
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| Hoarding our meals, alfalfa and rolls
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| Trying not to catch the cold eye of the gulls
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| I hope Mother Nature has not overheard
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| Though she doles out hurt like a puking bird
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| We stayed for the winter
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| No-one told us about the laws of the land
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| I hold my own, but you with your hunger
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| You, on the other hand make yourself known
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| And when we were found I know we both grieved
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| My heart made the sound of snow falling from eaves
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| You and me, Bess, we was as thick as thieves
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| So I swore, nonetheless, up and down, it was only me
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| So they took me away and after some time
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| Studying my case must have made up their minds
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| By the time you realized I was dying
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| Must have been too late, I believe you were not lying
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| It is the day, I wake with my ears cocked up like a gun
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| Like every day, of course
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| Yanked by my wrists to the sugar-front courtyard
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| Now tell me, what have I done?
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| Seems I have stolen a horse and I step to the gallows
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| Who do you think that you are?
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| Arching your hooves like a crane
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| In the shallow gutter that lines the boulevards
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| Crowded with folks who just
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| Stare as I hang, it’s all the same
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| Kindness comes over me, what was your name?
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| It makes no difference, I’m glad that you came
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| Forever, I’ll listen to your glad neighing |