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The Big Alone
Jerry Only Knows
I Want to Smile
A Picture of the Clouds
I dream of sharks at the end of the pier;
Sweetness, I'm not a poet, I'm a prophet, dear
Perfect, I'm not angry I can't have my way
It's just rain on a miserable day
I dreamt of a grey lake underground
I heard the dead whisper in my ear
If anything I'm alone here
If anything, I'm alone
And my tears / fall down
And disappear / before they reach the ground
I felt an ocean drown out my sighs
Sweetness, the deepest blue is pouring from your eyes
Perfect, I could feel you after every breath
Would I could feel you until my death
And a doe / soft brown
Bullet strikes / fall to the ground
And my fears / never drown
Deep blue fades / without a sound