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S’épanouir – Ce N’est Pas S’évanouir

And there's too much going on

But it's calm under the waves

In the blue of my oblivion

Under the waves

In the blue of my oblivion

Under the waves

In the blue of my oblivion

It's calm under the waves

In the blue of my oblivion

I don't know what I'm doing, don't know, should I change my mind?

I can't decide, there's too many variations to consider

No thing I do don't do no thing but bring me more to do

It's true, I do imbue my blue unto myself, I make it bitter

שנה טובה ומתוקה!

There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher boy

And there is a barber who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy

I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick

And I had thought it'd be harder to do but I caught her and skinned her quick, held her there

Kicking and mewling upended unspooling unsung and blue

Told her wherever you go little runaway bunny I will find you

And then she ran as they're liable to do

Andromeda’s a big wide open galaxy

Nothing in it for me ‘cept a heart that’s lazy

And there was a booming above you

That night, black airplanes flew over the sea

And they were lowing and shifting like

Beached whales

Shelled snails

As you strained and you squinted to see

The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry

When it was dark, I called and you came

When it was dark, I saw shapes

When I see stars, I feel your hand

And I see stars and I reel again

But for now, just dance, darling

C'mon, will you dance, my darling?

Darling, there's a place for us

Can we go, before I turn to dust?

Oh, my darling there's a place for us

I wanted to say: Why the long face

Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face

Burro, buck and bray songs of long face!

Sing, I will swallow your sadness, and eat your cold clay

Just to lift your long face;

And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave

Your precious longface

And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate-

Why the long face?

And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil-

Why the long face?

Can you hear me? Will you listen?

Don't come near me, don't go missing

And in the lissome light of evening

Help me Cosmia, I'm grieving

Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year

The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin

But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared

My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within

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