| It is in the gesture of an educated old man
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| tired in his palt? |
| which lacks dye
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| ? |
| in the poor awake in the morning
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| come to take out the garbage
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| ? |
| in the face of a smiling child,
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| how to tell me ?: "See, I greet you"
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| ? |
| in the panting rush of his mother
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| why? |
| of some machine she feared
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| But what did you see on the ceiling
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| beyond my body beyond my breath?
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| They are perhaps warriors adrift
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| the long shadows of who f? |
| the love?
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| Whom makes love ...
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| My mother desecrated? |
| your absence
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| yes? |
| overturned the river I am the boat
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| my mother recreated? |
| your absence
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| ? |
| she guiding a blind man with her eyes
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| ? |
| your absence on our stairs
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| when you appeared along the railing
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| but? |
| a saint failed your absence
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| the only saint without a prayer
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| But what did you see on the ceiling
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| when you held tears and words?
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| they are perhaps horses among the waves
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| the long shadows of those who make love
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| of those who make love ...
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| Your absence is in the seven of the dice
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| I've always given friends a high five and six
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| ? |
| your absence in the oil of the paintings
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| my suggested countries are dead
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| you were vespers, vespers and not mass
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| you were compline and not elevation
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| to mass yes v? |
| even without faith
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| vespers? |
| truly of those who believe
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| Now I know what you saw on the ceiling
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| the last time you stretched out
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| you widened your eyes and you broke your heart
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| You saw our love end ...
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| Our love…
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| Sar? |
| your absence in my life
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| the child you want? |
| pi? |
| well, believe |