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The Doors
THE SEVERED GARDEN
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THE SEVERED GARDEN,
The Doors
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Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain
south cruel bindings
The sevants have the power dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over ur sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour nannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where
we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best until its
other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family
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Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain south cruel bindings The sevants have the power dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over ur sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a stranger hour nannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a feast of friends To the Giant family
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