we were roamin'
we were searchin'
through the garden
in the perma-
they were turnin'
as we watched them
I wasn't borne away
from tall rooms
to saloons
behind
the fever maids that wait
in volumes
i will find
sunken in the
they were callin
from the firmament
drunken by the
we had fallen
we were maudlin
wasn't shorn away
by calhouns
to say sooth
on these craven legs
i sail through
to fault you
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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