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March Augie

Blind to the charms Of the Toecutter Arms, My labor to the east by knit and by darn, Looking for the world like a whelp at sea, The discoverer's cottage

Over the airwaves tonight, Sailing by a love lonely light, Isn't it blue, but isn't it brighter Than the pilot of a domestic flight Well under this

Lately the smoke from the burning bushes, Has the eye and the mouth tasting ashes, For the price we've the haze of Olympus, Ambling by the Children

I didn't know you, I never knew you, Now I'm never gonna see you again. An acquaintance all my childhood years I could never call you a friend. I

It's too hot babe, pull the covers back, Don't touch me babe, I don't remember ever liking that, Don't touch me babe, roll over. O brother, you don

Here comes the night. Roll on you careless evening, When we unite Not a force concurs, Not hell nor heaven, So let it come, let it rain, Let it burn

As the cold comes to claim up I take the air and know your pink aroma, And I should haunt your very vestibules and hover like the smoke over Tecoma,

You can't walk through the Isle of the Dead, you can't lie still in the guest house bed, there's a pair of black eyes staring down at you from the mountain

Well versed I am in the taint of my birth, my diminishing role in this sphere, But sometimes I require a communique from the Mother to make it clear,