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László Reynolds - Tune That Held Itself Together

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Just as a surgeon hesitates
And so the guilt gave rise to fear
The witless blade did dully chew
Now craving’s branches dimly pruned
A day before the century bloom
The sacred grove has become
A bald congregation of fitful men

Keening in sad severity
All I wanted to be held

All I wanted to be held
Deep within your warm attention
Rest in your sturdy lap
And feel your beating chest
It is a subtle taste of death
A gentle brush, it takes my brеath
Your falling, saccharine hint of death
A gentlе brush, just take my breath
And all I wanted to be held
Deep within your warm attention
Rest in your sturdy lap

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