|
ocean |
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I
am the west wind. |
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I
am the sea gull. |
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I
dance on the waves, |
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As
they break on the shore line. |
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The
moon is my sorrow. |
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The
moon is my lantern. |
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I
search for you so long, |
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These
dark lonely beaches. |
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Oh
where can you be? |
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This
restless sea, |
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These
empty nights, |
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Have
swallowed me. |
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|
|
Look
for something |
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Softer
illusions |
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Soothe
these vicious schemes. |
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There
is the old one, |
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The
wise one, the gold one. |
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|
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I
am the hunger, |
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The
ache of the fiction, |
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And
nestles in bones, |
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That
he left for the vultures. |
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Death
is my secret, |
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A
child my illusion, |
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And
life is the suffering, |
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That
brings men to (something?). |
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Oh,
where can you be? |
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This
raging age, |
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This
rotting life, |
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Is
misery. |
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|
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Lost
in your body, |
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Cave
of you screeming, |
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Longing
to be free. |
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Then
you have broken, |
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The
spine of your madness, |
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Come
over here to me. |