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there’s no cure so why should i care
you have fled into this blackness
in this sling i must contain

you use your force
to comfort my trembling hands
and fold them aside

these hued eyes
they have sent
the longest beatings
the hour bows
to seek some light
with golden strings

you construct this wheel
with your threads of argentine
there’s no cure so why should i care   you have fled into this blackness   in this sling i must contain      you use your force   to comfort my trembling hands   and fold them aside      these hued eyes   they have sent   the longest beatings   the hour bows   to seek some light   with golden strings      you construct this wheel   with your threads of argentine