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Don't wanna lay here no more
November 10th, 2009 
Central Park
Oh when I saw you standing there
Wild flowers dying in your hair
Child of harvest time coughing up must
Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust
Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of that hill
Your smile started bleeding and then the mill
Shearing and sharing your love and you rage
Whilst hawk's head descending
Spewed out a new age
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