I think of all the different places we shared
So far from where I am now
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Thinking about the thing with feathers that Emily spoke of so long ago
as she sat, alone, in her curtained room
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Looking away from Eden's Gates
with a long road before me
and an empty place growing
where once there was... what?
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You are not the tears I shed
and I am not the words you speak
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I say your name
I say your name and all things fall away
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I no longer live in Ocean Park
Though I am never far from that place
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I see my father's hands
Long fingered, elegant beauty
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We talk about these things
This ordinary madness
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