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How innocently and wholly she fell for me-    It's a shame we won't have that again.    What good are the taverns and church bells  When love is the doula of rain? I'd rather be drowned in red water    Than have these bad dreams chisel stone in my mind  I felt the deep call of my meat to the slaughter-  The marvelous, numbing, sweet nothing, sublime.   My finest carbuncle I offered, she smiled,    Uncomprehending intangible worth;   It's red like the robin's fine coat in the morning    On the unfortunate day of my birth.   How innocently and wholly she fell for me-    It's a shame she won't have that again.  What use for the taverns and church yards  When love is the doula of rain?
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
Taverns and Churchbells
How innocently and wholly she fell for me-    It's a shame we won't have that again.    What good are the taverns and church bells  When love is the doula of rain? I'd rather be drowned in red water    Than have these bad dreams chisel stone in my mind  I felt the deep call of my meat to the slaughter-  The marvelous, numbing, sweet nothing, sublime.   My finest carbuncle I offered, she smiled,    Uncomprehending intangible worth;   It's red like the robin's fine coat in the morning    On the unfortunate day of my birth.   How innocently and wholly she fell for me-    It's a shame she won't have that again.  What use for the taverns and church yards  When love is the doula of rain?
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC
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