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These circumstances, these days of the weekIll pick them up, fold them in, make them origamitil words form within and give me something to singBoats, trains, aeroplanes..Ill take anything.These sweet pieces of loves etiquetteSpoil my appetite and make me forgetCant find the hole that enabled the fallCant find the quarters to make sense of it allWhen you were blind, I wrote a letter in brailleThinking that you would take it as just everyday mail,I carved out a solider, wounded, laid on a cotIn quotes he asked you why it was that you shotYou left me looking for Sunday Comfort on a Monday afternoon.
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