Cri De Coeur

Close the door
 Turn out the light
 Savants, a pillbox please
 A man's overboard without dreams
 While the actors sleep induced
 And the artist's bow draws down
 Turn the dial, oh amulet
 For the prince of sightless change
 His carriage wept by
 With all the trappings of death and saints
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 I'm bailing shale while shirking trust
 And finding dawn in dusk
 And Satan's in the mangers of Troy
 I'm bailing shale while shirking trust
 And finding dawn in dusk
 But only kings and queens may skip the void
 'Tis disaster, fie-i-o
 I'll tend these pyres for you
 And poor William
 He's in the poor house with cagey souls
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 Take the pledge of the rodeo
 Where mudders sheltered thee
 And mothers pray for tithe or leave of man
 As we'll come to understand them
 A gerrymandering brought them free
 Idolaters and those sanctified
 In monographs and in jibes
 Stand upon the alter
 For an umpteenth repast of due fame
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 Say, bosom brave, illumen mine
 Suspend fine in crepe
 Your papered children have been atomized
 Say, bosom brave, illumen mine
 Suspend fine in crepe
 Your papered children have been atomized
 'Tis disaster, fie-i-o
 I'll tend these pyres for you
 And poor William
 He's in the poor house with a ratlike soul
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