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WE LAY DREAMING OF THIS STONY RUBBISH. THE BOTTOMLAND ROSE UPON US.
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WE LAY DREAMING OF THIS STONY RUBBISH. THE BOTTOMLAND ROSE UPON US.
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FEAR THE HANGED MAN, FEAR DEATH BY WATER |
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FIRES LAY IN WAIT WE SHALL NOT KNOW |
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THE CHIRP THAT THINS THROUGH THE DUST |
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A SLEEP ARRIVED BY WAY OF ACCORDION ROUNDING ON THE RECORD MACHINE |
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BESIDE ME SHE SHALL LAY |
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SAT WITH THE SHOTGUN DAY IN DAY OUT |
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MECHANICAL AND TIRED, THE REITERATION OF SOME WORN-OUT COMMON SONG |
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FROM THE CHURCH STEPS TO THE PEARL GATES OF HEAVEN |
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WHAT IS THE CITY OVER THE MOUNTAINS |
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SUNKEN, AND THE LIMP LEAVES WAIT FOR RAIN |
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THE BEEKEEPER'S LOVE |
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AND OTHER ECHOES INHABIT THE GARDEN |
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"JONATHAN THOUGHT HE'D FOUND THE WAY OUTTA THIS TOWN 'CEPT HE ALL BUT RUSTED MID-ESCAPE" |
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OVER THE TUMBLED GRAVES, ABOUT THE CHAPEL |
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MOMMA'S LULLABYE |
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