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The Lady's Stairs
Yellow gorse petals of early Spring
Perfume obsessed thoughts
Lady Taylor your stairs haunting
To my secret beach I walk
Your voice embracing sweet demesne
The green paint chipped and rot
Footsteps lacquer so cold and hollow
The clove hitch securely taut
The manila makes me feel like a man
Perfection is a hangman's knot
To wrench my vertebrae apart
Escape to what is left to dreaming
Childhood slowly rocks
The Mournes sweep into the sea
Forgetting all that is lost
Perfume obsessed thoughts
Lady Taylor your stairs haunting
To my secret beach I walk
Your voice embracing sweet demesne
The green paint chipped and rot
Footsteps lacquer so cold and hollow
The clove hitch securely taut
The manila makes me feel like a man
Perfection is a hangman's knot
To wrench my vertebrae apart
Escape to what is left to dreaming
Childhood slowly rocks
The Mournes sweep into the sea
Forgetting all that is lost
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