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Quick, the hawk took the poor thing just to the left of me You were mid-sentence when I had to interrupt you in order to relate Two grey stripes flew up out of sight I mean one, the other no longer struggling "I cannot hear you," laughing up the mountainside Unobserved, my voice grew increasingly gruesome in the quiet Turns out, it turns out One can lose nonetheless looking for witnesses Miles from all that's between us at stake Algae blooms up in Detroit Lake Listening for my turn to come next Leave, the same as I came in, more or less Across the table words fly Underdone, they rarely collide Former wells are exhausted, so you pose the question "Are pigeons ever cannibalistic?" Turns out, it turns out Sometimes, yes, looking for witnesses Miles from all that's between us at stake Algae blooms up in Detroit Lake Letras de cancionesListening for my turn to come next Leave, the same as I came in— Miles from all I believe is at stake Algae blooms up in Detroit Lake Listening for my turn to come next Leave, the same as I came in— Leave, the same as I came in, more or less From Letras Mania