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gardens of gold
03:10
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when the wind turns to ash and the fog masks the pearls
when the vines cease to bleed wine and the reeds tangle and curl
then shall I whisper, withered and worn
bury my heart in gardens of gold
and i will belong to you
tend to this sapling, keep the roots beating
i will belong to you
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child of the crows
02:54
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queen of the crags, forgive my sin
child of the crows, my caw wanes thin, amen
rise like the blood and the wind
place a veil over my head
tuck me deep beneath the marble ocean bed
i shall breathe again
queen of the crags, release my soul
child of the crows, make me whole, amen
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dwell though i do on the skin that i've shed
toil on the past with a needle and thread
i decay and i dim with the dusking of the rotting day
call though i do on the souls of the dead
cold is the corpse at the nape of my bed
i decay and i dim with the dusking of the rotting day
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jehovah wakes
03:13
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oh, the wrinkles in the spit
the receding grains of skin
as the dander looms aloof above the crown
underneath my glassy gaze
i am molten and unmade
i reserve my tragic past beneath my gown
oh, god wept the ocean's depths
oh, that that were so
oh, to say jehovah wakes
oh, that that were so
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dawn on me, waning moon
02:58
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dawn on me, waning moon
bless my feathered lungs, curse the plume
when you dawn on me, i am well
resurrecting moon, with me dwell
sing to me, healing stone
bless my weathered breath, curse the bone
when you sing to me, i am well
restoration stone, with me dwell
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what is lost shall be found
in the fable of the mourning crow
and the blood atop the wilted crag
what is loose shall be bound
by the wicker and the lavender
the winter and the harbinger
when god falls ill, will i be still an undead child?
in the husk of the dawn
grow the lilacs and the peonies
the devils become deities
with the breath of the north
comes a poison and an unclean oil
a pallor in the garden's soil
light is little and time is few, the garden is unfolding
if i am real and god is true, then why are they withholding?
though i am weak and i have done wrong, yet i believe i am good
though i have hurt the few who could love me, yet i believe i am good
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there is a sickening in the soil
the fruit of the garden is withered and pale
and though i have called upon the rains and winds, i know i've sinned
there is a sycamore by the pond
who comforts the damned and nurses the pained
and though i have often sought its healing salve, i can't get well
and from the north here approaches the queen of the crags
adorned in the plumes of the child of the crows
and though in dreams i've fled this sphere
i'm rooted too deeply, i'm bound to the garden
i sense an ending, calmly descending, sure and impending
taking and lending, straightening and bending, tearing and mending
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sanguine is the wine that soothes my sorrow
while i clear the petals from the soil
demons rage with the setting of the sun
my son, has the end begun? the light is gone
languid is the beast beneath the earth
even dark things do fall prey to time
june is vile, though the summer keeps me young
my son, has the end begun? the light is gone
steady is the flow of milk and honey
from the bosom of the god of death
i partake 'til my body loses breath
my son, has the end begun? the light is gone
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in the nodules that invade my lifeline when i am bent for air
there is a liquid and a livid humming
though the nodules do recede, yet there are scratch marks on their walls
and there are blood stains from desperate drumming
sometimes late at night when space is shallow and time is thick
i am visited by a shadow wearing a stethoscope
who, with a dissolute hand upon my chest
can sense the presence of two submarines devoid of periscopes
and when I turn to leave i find that I've already left
and there are splinters of my self in every corner of my vision like a kaleidoscope
if only i could sink into an enchanted cleansing lightness
oh, how i wish that that were so
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cradle my head in your corduroy arms
for the candle is lighted and i am in harm's way
down here beneath the intoxicant moon
i am red like the rhubarb and cold like the spoon
though I long for peace, it makes no difference
and despite my pleas, i am inconsolable
there is no levity in my suffering, when will this burden crumble?
there is a gravity that is smothering, under this weight i stumble
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the weeping leaves
03:04
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there is redemption in the leaky woods
and by the weeping leaves am i revived
time tore the heavens into distant spheres
and if the earth expires i won't survive
when should i run & when should i fall? i'm gasping for relief
i seek a clarity no living thing can supply, i'm grasping for belief
that i shall breathe again
though i am weak & i have done wrong, yet i am good
though i have hurt the few who could love me, i am good
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