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Michael o Michael o Gabriel o
Gabriel I fish the stars I heard
your drum solo on the garbage
can with only your hands I was
waiting for the blue line fish
dangling from the line blue lines
in the water o angle of the angel
o angel o thunder underfoot I'll
leave my shadow outline behind
you can send it to find me bring
needle and thread bring your
hands bring a cup of sand to
count each grain and write your
name on them all o Gabriel o
Michael winged one who dies two
weeks emerged from your padded
paper bag your cocoon your room
you roam below your tunnel o
Michael o Michael Gabriel o
Gabriel I cast I fish I wait I wait
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