| Listen, these are not drunken as you suppose
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| It might not be 3 o’clock in the morning like it seems
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| The little children will be prescient
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| And your young men will see shows
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| And your old men will dream dreams
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| I found a typescript double-spaced
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| Printed out on a daisy-wheel (so all femme)
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| In the former Treatise (dear friend Theophilus) it was placed
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| Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them
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| I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people
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| Waiting for the promise of her father («Whereof you heard of me») in the past
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| John baptized with water; |
| now, with wine
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| But don’t weep, he’ll make sure
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| Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last
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| In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet (and all around)
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| Megan, Mary, Lisa, and Kenisha gave it out, «Stick with me.»
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| Or you’ll reap the reward of iniquity
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| Cashed out and carried to possession of a plot of ground
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| Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath
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| Outside the bodega called Beautiful. |
| When it was whom
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| With Su and Kenisha, under a silver-leaf wreath
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| Called not fit to sit: might as well have come halt out your mother’s womb
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| I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people
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| Waiting for the promise of her father («Whereof you heard of me») in the past
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| John baptized with water; |
| now, with wine
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| But don’t weep, he’ll make sure
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| Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last
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| A light shined in the lodge and the chains slipped off her hands
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| So to speak: she packed up her things and she sailed to Cyprus
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| Sending greetings from Felix with a please to put Paul on
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| Misunderstands
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| Me, she, and her all went home (gave up the boast) and left Lisa to type us
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| I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people
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| Waiting for the promise of her father («Whereof you heard of me») in the past
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| John baptized with water; |
| now, with wine
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| But don’t weep, he’ll make sure
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| Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last |