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Somewhere I read: “Ain’t No Valley Low Enough”
Ain’t no lengths, no depths
Ain’t no state you can be in
However deep you get, there I’ll be
Some things only make sense at the bottom of the ocean
So saieth Abraham:
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All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Ghostly Praises
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Song
Over the hills we ride on
Tracing every Dune
Over the hills we ride on
Til we tame the tune
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Ghostly Praises
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Song
Ogle the grimy grounding
From which we were hewn
Ogle the grimy grounding
And try not to swoon
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Ghostly Praises
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Song
Oboes and trumpets sounding
Lowest at high noon
Oboes and trumpes sounding
Backing up the loon
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Ghostly Praises
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Song
Opus dripping wonder
I could not impugn
Opus dripping wonder
From our black harpoon
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Ghostly Praises
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Song
Open your eyes in darkness
Pointing to the moon
Open your eyes in darkness
And I’ll see you soon
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Ghostly Praises
All I Know About You’s How To Sing Your Song
Owing the winning’s I’d drawn
Think yourself immune
Owing the winning’s I’d drawn
Join panache platoon, oh!
