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at such a moment
grey and gone
mechanical
why form was once invented
strong drink
ache with
go on
before the body goes
last song
and we supply the breath, the words
for all the gone
this mourning
the innings doesn't matter now
no one keeps the score
see how the trees keep going
up, down, every way they stand
full of every weather there is
won't see in this moment
how the grass still grows
but time is with this too
there are no matching heavens
notice how slow the clouds themselves
keep falling
not knowing
how far there's to go
hear your chest, your pulse in this
over hills, far
house empty
we all are
now cull the album
in my head
downsize the heart
let go
keep falling
not knowing
how far there's to go
no one to catch me now
phew ... touched me
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