And for the umpteenth time
Though probably not the last.....................
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Where the marshland ends and gross civilization starts.....
..
And emptiness is given unto shape
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I hear
"Voices"

WHO SPEAKS?
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The wild eyed gypsy calls
Begging you to become

Become a part
Of life

It's entirety
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Will you?
Who knows!
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Even at the edge of the sea there is no escape
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We will capture you ere long
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The gentle fireside
The fire will soon go out
And the love be gone
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For the umpteenth time...:....
I give you my word
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Ride the train to the end of the line
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What are ya doing anyhow?

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