| A holy ghost hangs in our trees
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| A cool eye watching over these
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| And every perfect, crooked thing;
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| While every crooked dream
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| Imagines that it walks between
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| Straight arrow days…
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| Great water lies between us
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| I’m bending at the knee—
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| Great water lies between us
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| Great water gives my face right back to me
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| Words may all escape me now
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| And any song they do allow
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| Will pull the blinds and push me to the floor
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| There are lost among the found
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| Who follow at the hollow sound
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| Of every shoe outside the door…
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| Great water lies between us
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| A vain and reckless sea—
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| Great water lies between us
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| Great water lies, but won’t lay down with me
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| The tongues have been cut from the bells
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| Lest they swing out loud and tell
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| How still we hide away
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| Shadows whisper by like brooms
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| Skirting halls to basement rooms;
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| They hunker low, waiting out the day…
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| Great water lies between us
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| Great water moves below—
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| Great water lies between us
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| Great water begs we both arise and go
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| Measured up against the air
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| Everything’s beyond compare;
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| We’ve never been what we are right now before—
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| Our victories are unconfirmed
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| Beyond the pale of what we’ve learned;
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| But our empty hands are open as a door
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| Great water lies between us
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| The way it knows to do—
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| Great water lies between us
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| Great water begs I walk across to you |