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We hit the floor

Just like her blue silk slip

Dark puritan rose

To the curve of her hip

I did not know

It was too much

Too much for me to handle

To be shown to the heart of the matter

By your holy candle

The clank of your second hand

The stare of your glass eye

Have I no wisdom

That is not wise

In that way we laid the rail

A woven handmade indian

I spoke and understood

Your golden virginian

Still not a day goes by

Something always

Something always by and by

Sing the same old song

In the same old way

Through mystic maze of memory

Our days of disarray

Stood still in the same place twice

Just to cast a shadow

Cast down by a western sun

You have the right to know

Still not a day goes by

Something always

Something always by and by

Still not a day goes by

Something always

Something always by and by

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