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• Artiste: Nature and Organisation
• Titre: Bonewhiteglory
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The lovely copper colored mountain of flesh and stars In my hands I cup my decline as it flowers into them This is the rippling of the ages Our lives are like rain The small shower, the downfall, the thunderous pouring In some green field of rape we lie Dominion of this and that He had one savage head like a great dead dog He had one sad aged head, weeping His other head Over in the distance the hills are moving London bridge burns, why, god may be dead Many little children cry and laugh My mind to me a kingdom is Oh shall you kiss me as before So then, here I am The sky What color shall I call it? From turquoise to what Dark and light it is Under it, a red fire cat shrugs it's shoulders Her smile is bone white glory The moon is a tiny star And all the stars are shot from the glowing moons Mothers all around me Black faced, red spotted Michael, Gabrael, Salael, Azrael I laid down and wept Let my mind not go Bubbling lights all around me I laid down and wept Her smile is bone white glory We may as well go with the angels I laid down and wept Sheeted wings, black amily My love for you is very great The breath of the stars Between the ivory towers of her teeth (the sorrow of things) There I say, in the red bed of the flesh (how lovely, how sad) There is the golden womb of god (the sorrow of things) I say there These are god's pillars (how lovely, how sad) Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things) We may as well go with the angels (how lovely, how sad) Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things) We may as well go with the angels (how lovely, how sad) Her smile is bone white glory (the sorrow of things) We may as well go with the angels (how lovely, how sad) The sorrow of things How lovely, how sad The sorrow of things How lovely, how sad The sorrow of things How lovely, how sad