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bring us the bitter orange, the dry herbsand the wet lookslet constancy and context tumble in silky sleevesfrom the door'shookfor parlance past pretense please pour another two fingersand shut your bookmonogrammed mirror and silver-tooth combtake the same old girl to a brand new homewhere I'll hone the blade and make the traderain will drip and snow will stayI'll sit and think of how we used to playhow will o'wisps would kiss and shake fistsignore the shores of infinite abysswalk the floors with temperate tendernesssay my name once more...and that will have to be itall hipbones and clavicleyou're recluse and you're radical -your loosed lines, your beast ridesyour day breaks and your night hidesyour heartquakes, your soft brakes,your high stakes, and your just now realizedyour just now realized Aus Songtexte Mania