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come on the breath of the wind
Look for me with the
To keep me from you
But when the sun breaks to
no more bullets in Battle Creek
But oh my love though
Then will you make a grave
For I will be home then
sun-bright sparrow I will
our bodies may be parted
And stems and bones
and stone walls too
Tho' our skin may not touch skin
Could keep me from you
This skein of skin's all too few
