Leaves scattered thoughts, circling
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They lay down on the shore, on the blue surface.
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Mouths swell with a fire of courage.
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Dew on my eyes - I can not lie.
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I would like to sing yes, laughing, in a round dance.
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But a caravan leads through the black desert.
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Birds sing - I would like to see them in the sky,
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Rats are swarming - I would pull the stopcock.
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In the concrete of the well, the muse is the executioner.
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But in the cracks of the heart June oozes.
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He repeats: “You sang, you drank, so cry,
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And when you sober up, spit on the left"
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The wind will spin - I will spin,
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Will turn again - I will refuse.
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I'm not running - I'm leaving.
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Read between the lines of gray clouds
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"All you need is not so far away
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The truth will be showered with rubble of centuries,
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And the truth in the field blooms cornflower"
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The truth shines in young eyes
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Thorn paths under the onslaught of miles.
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A blind storm rushes across the sky,
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Begging to turn to the confession of the stars.
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Clarity comes in the autumn silence
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Hiding hearts under a rowan roof.
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Clarity forgives and you will forgive everyone -
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Then suddenly thousands of words will disappear.
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The wind will spin - I will refuse.
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I'm not running - I'm leaving.
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Everyone is shouting something - but I do not shout.
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No, I'm not offended - I'm just silent. |