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Between the love and letters
some life still got through. All I have to thank today is that those letters came from you. My perfect hue, my sterling cue to sing above the chorus. The audience just roars; the empty man is options. It used to be we'd always say how love would all turn out the same. Your skies got smarter, I got brave; I gave the clouds a life to save. And now I write your name in petrified, pitched stanzas. I got all of the questions right but never found an answer. What did you do upon those haunted Melbourne streets where you stitched on the sneer veneer of happy fear and the willing grace to let it on. |
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Tres bon PP..Tres bon...
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