Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look
here we are
stuck by this river
you and I
underneath the sky
Ohohohohohohoh oh
Doo doo doo doo doo doo dah
I'll
All the peasants in the squares
At their tables and their
I can think of nowhere I would rather be
Reading
Those who know
They don't let it show
They just give you
All the clouds turn to words
All the words float
Brown Eyes and I were tired
We had walked and
This Is My Home
The Land Of My Mother
The Place I
And then so clear to wonder
To wake with open eyes
As
My body
So thin
So tired
Beaten for years
Ploughshare to bomb
So hard
Bonebomb
Great lines of numbers
All bright and shiny
All through the ether
Some
Caught between
The Earth and the sky
What too long
And what too
Going unconscious
Trembling
With eyes open
I see you
Surrender
Surrender
Thinking of a world and the light of the sun
And
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