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I'm pocketing pebbles along the shoreOf my sultry lakeCircling my private seaWhere there is absolutely no WiFiWhen a breeze follows through the fugueA..
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Go with the ebb, my black-suit friend
Though the ground is frigid and bare
Though the glaciers howl
And cry in the night
Go with the ebb, ..
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I
I
am a man of the railway yards
And the gentle heartbeat of the subway cars
That move to the rhythm of the near and far
And end up in graves ..
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