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Two Octaves from Mist Dissolved and acid in the drops Of rain which wept across the glass , Is Death , who rests grey - eyed , and props His head on mistletoe or grasps A lute to pluck its strings and weave Their dissonance through ...
Two Octaves from Mist Dissolved and acid in the drops Of rain which wept across the glass , Is Death , who rests grey - eyed , and props His head on mistletoe or grasps A lute to pluck its strings and weave Their dissonance through ...
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I ambled out of the Riviera Theatre and rain was hanging like a bead curtain around the marquee . There was nothing out there in the streets and everything was blurred . I turned up my collar and leaned against the empty ticket booth .
I ambled out of the Riviera Theatre and rain was hanging like a bead curtain around the marquee . There was nothing out there in the streets and everything was blurred . I turned up my collar and leaned against the empty ticket booth .
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We got to the car just as the rain came down again . That got me . If it's anything that makes an animal out of me , it's being in the rain at night , in a field choked with honeysuckle and blackberry bushes , in an old rusty , crashed ...
We got to the car just as the rain came down again . That got me . If it's anything that makes an animal out of me , it's being in the rain at night , in a field choked with honeysuckle and blackberry bushes , in an old rusty , crashed ...
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