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	<title>Comments on: Symphonic Variations</title>
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		<title>By: blairza</title>
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		<description>We are falling falling falling 
and colliding like the leaves falling 
From our books out of the trees and the wind 
is blowing through us as thoughts blow through the mind
And time is running through us as a thought runs through a rhyme
and I am minding my pee and I am minding the queue
While I am emptying this space between me and you.

And our hearts are beating on the the shore of our souls
as our soles are beating the beat of our hearts
On the face of the earth at the feet of the hearth.
Beaten and polished brighter than brass 
we are beaten and crushed 
Kernels gathered from grass.

We Burn;Witches,
upon our own stakes, and the smell is
Like rubber as we stamp on our brakes 
out of rhythm with our breath
out of breath out of time
out of rhythm with our death
out of breath out of rhyme.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We are falling falling falling<br />
and colliding like the leaves falling<br />
From our books out of the trees and the wind<br />
is blowing through us as thoughts blow through the mind<br />
And time is running through us as a thought runs through a rhyme<br />
and I am minding my pee and I am minding the queue<br />
While I am emptying this space between me and you.</p>
<p>And our hearts are beating on the the shore of our souls<br />
as our soles are beating the beat of our hearts<br />
On the face of the earth at the feet of the hearth.<br />
Beaten and polished brighter than brass<br />
we are beaten and crushed<br />
Kernels gathered from grass.</p>
<p>We Burn;Witches,<br />
upon our own stakes, and the smell is<br />
Like rubber as we stamp on our brakes<br />
out of rhythm with our breath<br />
out of breath out of time<br />
out of rhythm with our death<br />
out of breath out of rhyme.</p>
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