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Lady Lamb the Beekeeper
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Mezzanine
There's a ghost, ghost in the mezzanine
And she's soaked, soaked in a glimmering
Sort of bone
Her bones and I'm blathering
To count all her freckles, to touch her bare ankles
The breath of the bread while it bakes.
How I ache, I ache in the pit of me
I awake, awake with this fear in me
How it makes, makes a fool out of me
With its knife how it carves the seeds out of my heart
For to plant in the soil for to feast.
You are sweet, sweet as a nectarine
When you speak, speak softly and gracefully
Oh to meet you could quite possibly be the death of my dread
And the songs in my head would at last find their place and be sung.
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