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The Calendar Hung Itself bright eyes

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Does he kiss your fiseyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he Cissing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and wall?
Does he fiswalk around all day at school
with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking Cisdown every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
Does he fisknow that place below your neck
that is your favorite to be touched?
And does he Ciscry through broken sentences
like "I love you far too much"?

b Does he lay Eawake listeAning to your Dbreath?
b Worried that Eyou smoke too Amany cigaDrettes?
Is he Ecoughing now on a fisbathroom floor?
For every Especk of tile there are a fisthousand more
That you won't Eever see
But must Ahold Einside Dyourself eEternallfisy   Cis   Fis   Cis  

I drug your fisghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
In every Ciscity, memories would whisper
"Here is where you rest"
I was defistermined in Chicago
But I dug my teeth into my knees
And I Cissettled for a telephone
Sang into your machine
"fisYou are my sunshine,
 My only Cissunshine.
 fisYou are my sunshine
 My only Cissunshine"

b E A D
b E A D
E Fis
E Fis
E A E D E

I fiskissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her
She had eyes Cisbright enough to burn me
They reminded me of yours
And in a fisstory told she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were Cisrows of ripe tomatoes
Where a secret was concealed
And it fisrose like thunder
Clapped under our Cishands
And it fisstretched for centuries
To a diary entry's Cisend where I wrote
"fisYou make me happy (WHAT?)
 When the skies are Cisgray
 fisYou make me happy (WHAT?)
 When skies are Cisgray and gray and gray"

Well the cb lock's heart it Ehangs inside Aits open Dchest
With hands b stretched towards the Ecalendar Ahanging itDself
But I Ewill not weep for those fisdying days
For all the Eones who've left there are a fisfew that stayed
And they Efound me here and Apulled me Efrom the Dgrass
E fis E fis E...
Where I was laid







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