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rantyou know that feeling where you don't want to get out of bed / you don't want to open up your blinds and see the world pour in through the sun's rays / because you know deep down it wouldn't make you happy anyway
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She had a soul of gold.The yellow bird in its golden cage sings / to me, in the depths of the night, while I / raise my palm to my lips and kiss
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A Trench for MeDeep beneath dirt is where I would like to be / perhaps then, under rock, no one would find me / and my body would be left to decay not from hurt but debri
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My Lover's DeadMy lover's dead / and I like him better that way. / When he was by my side,
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8 in the morningI like the things you say in bed the best / words that caress against skin like your finger grazes / sweet nothings that escape from your reckless mouth
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with your warm handsthe birds sing from my backyard / and the morning sun hits my window at an angle, / effusing its gold-tinted rays into the glowing room
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primera.I know what it means now / to love; / it kind of emanates from the core
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"the pure gold baby"beautiful boy / with your magical hands / you leave trails of gold
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Bitter ruins.there was this time in the park / a frosted, gray-misted November / me, myself
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like Esther.The fig tree shrivels and bends under my weight. / My fingers move nimbly, but not enough -- / for the branches I cling to are no more than ash,
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