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I UNDER AUTUMNAL RAIN DISTINCT.
The crippled man is speaking
"I have suffered enough
For not following you, have I not?"
Listen to the narrowing sound
The lower waves there, and hollow thorns
I'll walk a little under that light
In Salvat (give it a thought or two)
Give a thought or two to compulsion
Wonderful's not the same in those liquids
Near the spirit's edge
To say something wise about loneliness,
Or something wise about the human mind
Honey will end the loss of routine
Waltzing with a girl whose name is White Flower
Thank God all are reminding each other
But hearts do come out of chests
"Yes, we were in the park
Under an almost autumnal rain,
I tried to act like a gentleman
With the umbrella;
Offering my soul to Set"
"The old language isn't enough,
I finally managed to lit my heart
With the ageless flame”
If you're willing to stay
Make sure it isn't hard to breathe
It'll be just fine, verily
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(Poet)aster
05:06
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II (POET)ASTER
(Blackened roses on my grave is an old song title)
Burning in velleity the sad part
Cleansing dives without a reason
Three quarters of an hour
It was the same image
Idle along when dreaming,
Then want a palace in the garden
And a heart ages old
What heals a little,
What heals our pettiness
”It would be fine
If something bad happened to them”
.....Psyche......
Where are your selves laid
Nineteen for the chronicle
Those things on my grave were not alone
(They were not, they were not alive)
It was deepened that autumn
Let the florescence turn brighter
With a peace and chrysanthemums found
Venetian blinds did cut the sight
On the horizon of March
Dear, I was still in a feverish realm
Looking at its brim
My will is so terrible
"I don't mind this, transcend in the bus
The hotbed and all resentment;
I'm so damn glad I'm ahead of them”
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Beaurepaire
05:03
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III BEAUREPAIRE
Dressed in carmine
We met again on a bridge
Stared the water beneath
And the lilies floating there
Oh the fate in my hands
With every coincidence on the streets
Whether it's good luck or not,
My loving Adèle
Who'll be there this spring
To hope it's built above cliches
And read me through these eyes
How could I show
The wounded and wandering knight,
With golden numbers on the chestplate
Riding the horse of a dead knight to a chapel
Yes, for an accident to take place on a bridge
The crippled will pour it down gleaming
And send forth........
"I have a trembling body,
thrown deeper after this;
Its pieces glimmer for me"
With a violin the end of love
These lines brought emptiness,
No grass here greener
We are watching a black-and-white movie
And your violin is heard, it's moving the innocent
In pure songs the water's cold
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A Decent Man
05:17
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IV A DECENT MAN
A GOOD FRIDAY SPELL
There'll be no burdens to darken the green
A place of living brought an ordeal
Here's the coffin you know
Where are we going tonight, who'll ask
Hey, branches are trying to get out of there
And I'm fond of the weather
Yes, what a truth it was
You'd never seen me that silent
The wet evening street,
Vanity clear and stretching away
To work upon it coherent
Remember that line of old-fashioned lamps
I couldn't tell you anything, with a broken habit
And the grey wall followed in the left
I let it all rain down of course
And how long it took
Just a spell to get myself in order
I was right in that it works
And wrong in a few other things
The bleached and our resentment
Think it as a kind of secret
I've tried so much, and are you going
To watch these steps hoping that I'll grieve
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Somnolence Out
07:43
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V SOMNOLENCE OUT
Muse in clasping arms for a city that is lonely
Who's gonna take a walk around the corner
Here I slept and my wishes at home didn't work so well
Crave highly for languish, more and more tired
"No sorrow's forever with me,
Though sometimes I still go over the edge"
Leaves may have withered
The floor of the dance
For an illhearted
As December went away
And I had written to you, but not like a poet
The crippled to fall for your rose
There's a holy wine
I used to have a broken chalice
A coffin in the middle of the room
Dark blue walls
There were pieces on the floor
A theatre I could say
Until the trees of Cherbourg seduced me
Into a different kind of romanticism
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The Red Wine
09:21
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VI THE RED WINE
Burning and velleity the sad part
Cleansing dives without a reason
Three quarters of an hour
It was the same image
Idle along when dreaming,
Then want a palace in the garden
And a heart ages old
What heals all now
Adhere to the Word
It would have been fine
If something real had happened
.....Psyche......
Where are your selves laid
Nineteen for the chronicle
(Honorable / Poetaster is an old song title)
Those things on my grave were not alone
It was deepened that autumn
Let the florescence turn brighter
With a peace and chrysanthemums found
Venetian blinds did cut the sight
On the horizon of March
Dear, I was still in a feverish realm
Looking at its brim
But I've come to hold your hand
The need again graciously
The time is different,
Don't transcend in the bus
For the hotbed and the wine now bottled
I'm so damn glad I'm here and sane
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The Shape
06:28
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VII THE SHAPE
To bliss whenever quiet
It's a slow move, lying on the bed
But many have done it before
With heavens of archaic fathers
Towards a terrible spire
That's why I'm still eager to have cream
And jewelry in tongues, using violet
When harmless orchids are tied together
And a frame of something
Pour everything down your throat
For the only love and the life
I admit you're a beauty
Though only a picture
The word Nature means "that which is born"
The memory begun to live
Let's go somewhere else, to have a new glassful
It's an old wine
I saw the crippled man
And he had bitter-looking company
"Now you have all the time in the world
To spend with me"
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