She flies in She flies out She flies in

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She's a mollusk, a seamstress, a princess, a priestess, a negress, she knows her position. She takes your eyes and mends your head She draws the wine and breaks the bread She has no lies to tell you and no truths to sell you She's a girl, she's almost a woman. And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spre her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle.

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He's a hawthorn, a raven, a scarecrow, a haven for moon-blessed thought and opinion He will laugh like the fountains, the bones of the mountains lie deep in his forest religion. You will call his name when evening falls And the ground sets hard and the night wind calls You will feed him and heed him, at times you will need him Say you were almost his woman. And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spre her wings like a seagull From the mountain he watches her, biding his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle In the shuddering mad red blood-let sunset a tired man is leaving his cover And the soft eyes of Zero are cut by the sounds of the vanishing feet of her lover.

And the door slams shut and the air grows tight And her throat is gripped by the hands of night And all that is left is the clock on the shelf As it ticks one day into another.

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And Zero she sighs as the morning dies With the broken wings of a seagull From the mountain he watches her, sensing his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle At the pall of the day the man of the mountain is nearing the end of his travel And the fence is down on the westland bounds and a footfall pounds in the gravel.

Comes a knock three times and the air grows still As he steps inside from the sudden chill And the moment is caught in the net of the night For the coming of dawn to unravel. And Zero she flies as the morning sighs Spre her wings like a seagull From the mountain he's coming, judging his time And his eyes are the eyes of an eagle.

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Oh Zero she flies as the morning dies Spre her wings like a seagull From her window he watches her, a man in his time But his eyes are the eyes of an eagle.

She flies in She flies out She flies in

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