
Same old notch where all was broken But I'm open-minded now Coffee in the evening time when Once I'd get behind the plow Pull the curtain to my skull Hoping soon to dim it all A skeleton absorbed in juice Too loose to recall when or how Brutal North Pillow how the lights in eyes grow dull each night Weep and I billow blotting out the hurt and hope and light Brutal North Pillow how my wife held on through twelve high seas Strong as a willow she could wear that storm upon her sleeves Without her wisdom wit and wrath A goner long ago I'd be Floating on some sinking raft And likely missing eyes and teeth The sun by now my bones all bleached And pulled my hair out strand by strand Far away and out of reach of Friend or love island or land Brutal North Pillow how the lights in eyes grow dull each night Weep and I billow blotting out the hurt and hope and light Brutal North Pillow how my wife held on through twelve high seas Strong as a willow she could wear that storm upon her sleeves Wear that storm upon her sleeves Wear that storm upon her sleeves
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