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What was your earliest memory in this household?
Sure, it was rubble by four and living
Serving up tea by five years old
But what was your earliest memory in this house?
As she lands a fork and a knife at your side for feeding
She warms the teapot, stealing metals for deep sea diving
A plate for you bag
Her consideration is too much
You lay a hand down on my arm, and a little life lifts up and
Out, traveling overhead like the ghost of partners passed

I′m not super
Look at my hands
I have dermatitis
Come this time of year, my, my shoulders are also very weak


It's important you look to my sister
She′s my sister
She's my sistеr
She's fitter than mе
Far more, more my superior
Her clothes are branded with portraits
She′s my sister
She′s my sister

Sister, why have you not written to me once more in this sickness?
I fell down on the hillside weakened by the
Pressure of the land, and you never wrote
You were supposed to be my lover, my sister
As she smoothes those eyelids down, oh, those two eyes of

Brown, in such soothing tender ways, cometh lady button-eyes
Cometh lady button-eyes
Cometh lady button-eyes
Cometh lady button-eyes
Cometh lady button-eyes
Cometh lady button-eyes
Cometh lady button-eyes


|QuvenchaCh'ii shuvruy ch′ixtapi oqutumay
Ch'ihua q′tapalichitl k'in chiyaatay
Chaahac yilchik yaaxcheen
Chihtam vaa ay chaach
Chen ch′illeech riq'tur
Ken cheeyuk siv ra'u ceb Rikiw
Chee xraaj ruim llaav
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