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Laying in bed this sunny sunday afternoon Still drowning and still drawn by the pull of the moon My eyes are sea, the tide is high, the tide is low My body like a weed sending seeds in the snow Meanings now meaningless, an upside down hangman holding a golden cup full of grey crumbs and sand I passed through a temple and a poor man's hunger and I bled on the one thing that made you love her
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