Don’t take my words out of context
Don’t take my words out of
Don’t take my words out
Don’t take my words
Don’t take
Don’t
Do
“I will show you fear in a handful of dust”
Fear of the dead clocks,
The gutted furrows
Fear of the time that shall pass
Bubbling over in cold froth
Seized in a hum of sullen moths
Do no, Do not, think I come for reconciliation
I am not, and shall not, be held so tight my dead Marie
Don’t take my words out of
Don’t take my words out
Don’t take my words
Don’t take
Don’t
Do
“I will show you fear in a handful of dust”
Fear of the dead clocks,
The gutted furrows
Fear of the time that shall pass
Bubbling over in cold froth
Seized in a hum of sullen moths
Do no, Do not, think I come for reconciliation
I am not, and shall not, be held so tight my dead Marie
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