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An Armageddon Assurance
MattPat

We dreamt of sapphire dreams and kept them open
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To the notions that lay between them.
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There were no tantrums that would carry to a din,
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No weights that could betray our whim,
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Nor where whistles blowing for the silence of our sin.
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We sat and wondered sleepily, "how could the stars be growing?"
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We men have said: “their hats would get lighter still,
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And she would a-sunder.”
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Instead of answering our questions, men come to conclusions, and make us worry.  

26 Mar 07


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