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mother spider guards my door
with a wilted arm, a cigarette
we won’t be leaving here again
we never will be laid to rest

oh my
oh yes
our night
in stead

take another winding way
and take another pill for night
write a little prayer for our prey
and pick us up and make us right

and in a way
we stay the same
but our lives lead
and pick us up
and in a way
we stay the same
but our lives lead
and pick us back
to earth

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WINDMILLS Champaign, Illinois

someone buried a melody in this unspeakable racket. someone buried an unspeakable racket in this melody.
m.y. + n.g. + n.y.= windmills

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