we were roamin'
lost
we were searchin'
through the garden
in the perma-
frost
they were turnin'
as we watched them
but I
I wasn't borne away
from tall rooms
to saloons
behind
the fever maids that wait
in volumes
i will find
you
sunken in the
moss
they were callin
from the firmament
drunken by the
faust
we had fallen
we were maudlin
oh i
wasn't shorn away
by calhouns
to say sooth
and i
on these craven legs
i sail through
to fault you
but i
i could see your toes were cold
the dust you wrote was on my
clothes
and oh
of all the incantations
fate had
bared my fearsome never alone
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