Room for Rent
David Dodd Lee

The house is a cove, the house
is a cove, the house is a cove, the

House is
A city, a stone's throw, a kindly

Regurgitation, I'll admit
Where have all the bellboys gone, off with

The sluts
Yes we were in love with that kind of magic

Are you distant or something
The rain connects us with the water, the sadness

Is runoff
Can't you see the sun on the horizon bleeding

All over the surface of the lake
Where the loons swim in it by moonlight still laughing

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