The room calls to me, says were all strung out
(And
On the shore of the lake,
In the great upstate of
Back to when I was born on a full moon,
I
When I wake, I wake by the brook,
To an untamed
Listen through the walls. The wave has got to break
I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace
And gave thanks
With my toes dangling into the sea,
Into a fog, into
My sweetheart and I will retire,
Will retire to the tide
Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo
Blanket the fishbowl sky, and
And the warblers sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!And the
Listen through the walls. The wave has got to break
Were comin out again, comin right out with our swords,With
Old ship, give me your hands.Im the cape that came
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