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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-04-20 11:52:41 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-04-20 11:53:51 -0700 |
| commit | 3f22f99a2bbe34d10ba004f37bc45cc168ce3a4e (patch) | |
| tree | f9d65129b971d33e3a3052e3270d96f5478ba001 /swansong.html | |
| parent | Fix broken links (diff) | |
| parent | Fix broken link (diff) | |
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Merge branch 'gh-pages' of https://github.com/duckwork/autocento into gh-pages
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| 37 | <section class="content verse"> | 37 | <section class="content verse"> |
| 38 | <p><span class="line">Swans fly overhead singing goodbye</span><span class="line">to we <a href="howithappened.html">walkers of the earth</a>. You point</span><span class="line">to them in formation, you tell me</span><span class="line">you are not you. [You are the air the swans</span><span class="line">walk on]<a href="swansong-alt.html">alt</a> as they journey like pilgrims</span><span class="line">to a temple in the south. A curtain</span><span class="line">there separates me from you, swans</span><span class="line">from the air they fly through. I say</span><span class="line">that you are no longer the temple,</span><span class="line">that you have been through fire</span><span class="line">and are now less than ash. You are</span><span class="line">a <a href="moongone.html">mirror</a> of me, the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">air without a swan</a>.</span><span class="line">Together, we are each other. You</span><span class="line">and I have both nothing and everything</span><span class="line">at once. We own the world and nothing in it.</span></p> | 38 | <p><span class="line">Swans fly overhead singing goodbye</span><span class="line">to we <a href="howithappened.html">walkers of the earth</a>. You point</span><span class="line">to them in formation, you tell me</span><span class="line">you are not you. <a href="swansong-alt.html">You are the air the swans</a></span><span class="line">walk on as they journey like pilgrims</span><span class="line">to a temple in the south. A curtain</span><span class="line">there separates me from you, swans</span><span class="line">from the air they fly through. I say</span><span class="line">that you are no longer the temple,</span><span class="line">that you have been through fire</span><span class="line">and are now less than ash. You are</span><span class="line">a <a href="moongone.html">mirror</a> of me, the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">air without a swan</a>.</span><span class="line">Together, we are each other. You</span><span class="line">and I have both nothing and everything</span><span class="line">at once. We own the world and nothing in it.</span></p> |
| 39 | </section> | 39 | </section> |
| 40 | </article> | 40 | </article> |
| 41 | <nav> | 41 | <nav> |