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I knew this girl when I was young
She took her spikes from everyone
One night she swallowed up the lake
That's how you sing amazing grace
Amazing grace
Amazing grace
It sounds like razors in my ears
That bell's been ringing now for years
Someday I'll give it all away
That's how you sing amazing grace
Oh, can you hear that sweet sweet sound
Yeah, I was lost but now I'm found
Sometimes there's nothing left to save
That's how you sing amazing grace
Amazing grace
That's how you sing amazing grace



You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamt I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
 


I caught a glimpse of your eyes
Last night in a restless dream
Awaking out of green field blue seas stars
Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers
I turned out the light and clicked fast the door
The book fell
I had so many thoughts, I had so many signs
I made sense of nothing at all
This green dream is unreal; the crickets sing
Across deserts and plains the lost feast
The shimmering teeth are marking the passing of time
A cloud falls; a bird shivers and sings, its beak is stained with night
Pure gold: the dark is waiting, the darkness is hungry,
The deep is angry, and the telephone rings
A film screen descends, and the silent movies play
Buster Keaton falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils
On an endless swamp; the silence is treacle thick
And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood
And fill haunted women with knives and kites
And gauges and valves and make them weep long hyms
To gaseous and clumsy mortality whilst the fish descend
Remember remember the burning ember
Embedded in your chest: the soul watches TV
And gorges itself on blood and popcorn
Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times
Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay
Hard times and winter so cruel: you have stopped my watch
At the stroke of three and you call for the police
But there's a time for tea and a time for expiring
And the notice to quit is in your post:
And you should know:
Your little cow and calf is going to die x2
God gave Noah the rainbow sign
And then he said it's the fire next time
God gave Noah the rainbow sign
But said It's the fire next time
It's the fire next time x5

I was awake, dreaming
Of new dystopias to run to and hide within
And new faces to wear
And new bodies to inhabit
And new lies to guzzle
And how I loved
The moon, and its sheets of seeds
The moon tiding in your body
The smell of your blood breathing
And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet
Till it seemed as if they were made of dew
And pearls of huge beauty
And your mouse-like breath was
The hand upon my clock
And one each breath I come nearer
To a silly and shining end
 
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