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I came to find the poets

And I settled for the thieves

In sweet anticipation

On the 73

It's like my body knows

Every time I

Close my eyes

At night

I know that you were here, I know that you were here

I know that you were here

I came to find the poets

And I settled for the thieves

In sweet anticipation

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It is a Mother's cause

To rip the roots out

Plant them

Somewhere new

I know that you were here, I know that you were here

I know that you were here

I came to find the poets

And I settled for the thieves

In sweet anticipation

On the 73

And what does a child need?

Two or three oak trees

Your hands carved stone

Built churches

Cleaned floors

And washed the dishes

I came to find the poets

And I settled for the thieves

In sweet anticipation

On the 73

I came to find the poets

And I settled for the thieves

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