| I’m on the wet stuff now
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| I got the suit of sound
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| down on the the Soft Estate.
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| I ran the voodoo down
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| I ran the thing to ground
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| Upon the Soft Estate.
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| I tracked the mau-mau hounds
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| Upon the grassy mound
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| they call the Soft Estate.
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| Down in the sunken garden
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| At the primrose hour
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| there is the Soft Estate.
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| On the staircase treads the lover,
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| on the yew tree sets the sun.
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| Faithless. |
| boneless, somewhat Other:
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| Soft Estate for everyone.
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| I keep a hot canoe
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| You kinda liked it too
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| upon the Soft Estate.
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| I will receive these blessings
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| when the moon turns blue
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| behold the Soft Estate.
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| I gotta bone-deep sorrow
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| but the beat goes on
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| down on the Soft Estate
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| Maybe a grand delusion
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| but it wont take long.
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| How sweet the Soft Estate!
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| Listless as the ragged roses
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| All have bloomed but none remain.
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| Seething wreckage on the river
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| Soft Estate and home again…
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| The night it has a thousand eyes;
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| the air is full of our cries
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| (and still the fact remains).
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| all along we were licking at the light
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| and clawing at the roots
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| and waking in the night
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| all startled at the sound
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| and reeling at the sight:
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| all the information:
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| limitless and liminal… |