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'Too Many Poets'

It Stands to Reason (Dora Mousehole)


 

 

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Black on white
The Ivories still sing for
The one who sets them right
When things aren't going quite as planned
You see I'm not the one
But If I cry you'll see the tears.

If I'm alone again tonight
And you don't hear me when I call
That's O.K.
I'm just learning how to play on my own.

Cat gut and snake
Make charming ankle bracelets
For the sons of queens
Who ruled out all possibility
That they should take their fathers place
Commanding light, commanding love.

If we're through then won't you tell me
If its true please let me know
I'd hate to be the one to tell you
Things you didn't know.

So tell me the truth
Thats all I ask of you
No more will I beg you to
Reveal the things you knew
Or felt
I've had it up to here
So now its goodbye my love
I fear.

For those of us who get hurt easily
The pain gets stronger with each scream
Perhaps its me
Losing all I ever needed to succeed.

If we're through then won't you tell me
If its true please let me know
I'd hate to be the one to tell you
Things you didn't know.


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