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don't
say goodbye
I fake and fade to center
and not unlike the winter
so gray and unbecoming
I watch so dry in isolation
avoiding all expression
and wrestle with this feeling
sick like rain on pain
I burned out more than once
an angel and a saint
the smallest devil
It's all in the wash or strung out to dry
It's all in the hips so don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye
To lie in wait of order
though never level
nothing more boring
I'll sit and hold your eyes
A wander or a wink
Might cheapen the moment
sick like rain on pain
I burned out more than once
an angel and a saint
the smallest devil
There's always a heaven if you let it
bladesong
Got a thousand sunset moments
watch them in my memory shining
angel on my shoulder
gonna clear a path for me
Trim the blade with the blade
split the seed and still it grows
swing the shelter, spring the fallen,
soak the moment, steal the show
Got a hundred bleary moments
got a lot of green in me
stolen penstroke blessed and falling
strike my vision still I see
Sit and smoke my every blessing
pray you burn for want (and me)
shout the hope shout the whole thing
touch this vision, just a dream
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