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Fleet Foxes He was so kind,
such a gentleman
tied to the oceanside
Lighting a match
on the suitcase's latch
in the fading of night

Ruffle the fur
of the collie 'neath the table
Ran out the door
through the dark
Carved out his
initials
in the bark

Then the Earth shook,
that was all
that it took
for the dream to break
All the loose ends
would surround me again
in the shape
of your face

What makes me love you
despite the reservations?
What do I see
in your eyes
Besides my
reflection hanging high?

Are you off somewhere
reciting incantations?
Sim sala bim on your tongue
Carving off the hair
of someone's young

Remember when
you had me cut your hair?
Call me Delilah
then I wouldn't care
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