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At the telephone booth in the rain, it's
Been like this four nights and three days, and
Who's to say thirty-six aren't to come, it's an
April shower but i'm ready for the flood, and
Neither six hundred nor the chosen one,
Still i lower the planks
And march the wild things on, and
God said, "build it out of gopher wood,"
And i said back,
"you know music it floats real good" and
How is an olive leaf, enough of a covenant
Borne on a small wing after a long dark
Should i still walk the edge,
If the waters are rising
Two by two they march on,
Safe i walk all alone