Leaving The City
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Hay
and
a
clean
stall
And
ivy
on
a
garden
wall
And
a
sign
saying
sold
And
an
old
coat
for
the
bad
cold
I
believe
in
you
Do
you
believe
in
me?
What
do
you
want
to
do?
Are
we
leaving
the
city?
On
the
black
road
Through
the
gold
fields
While
the
fiends
are
plowed
Towards
what
we
are
allowed
The
bridle
bends
in
idle
hands
And
slows
your
canter
to
a
trot
We
mean
to
stop
in
increments
But
can't
commit,
we
post
and
sit
in
impotence
The
harder
the
hit,
the
deeper
the
dent
We
seek
our
name,
we
seek
out
fame
In
our
credentials,
paned
in
glass
Trying
to
master
incidentals
Bleach
a
collar,
leech
a
dollar
From
our
cents
The
longer
you
live,
the
higher
the
rent
Beneath
a
pale
sky
Beside
the
red
barn
Below
the
white
clouds
Is
all
we
are
allowed
Here,
the
light
will
seep
And
the
scythe
will
reap
And
spirit
will
rend
In
counting
toward
the
end
In
December
of
that
year
The
word
came
down
that
she
was
here
The
days
were
shorter
I
was
sure
if
she
came
round
I'd
hold
my
ground
I
can
do
what
they
alluded
to
A
change
that
came
to
pass
And
spring
did
range,
weeping
grass
And
sleepless
broke
Itself
upon
my
winter
glass
And
I
could
barely
breathe
for
seeing
All
the
splintered
light
that
leaked
A
fish
is
fleeting,
launched
in
flight
Unstaunched
daylight,
brightly
bleeding
Bleached
the
night
with
dawn
deleting
In
that
high
sun
after
our
good
run
When
the
spirit
bends
Beneath
knowing
it
must
end
And
that
is
all
I
want
here
To
draw
my
gaunt
spirit
to
bow
Beneath
what
I
am
allowed
Beneath
what
I
am
allowed
Autor: Joanna Newsom
Autor tekstu: Brak
Autor muzyki: Brak