There's a ghost, ghost in the mezzanine
And she's soaked, soaked in a glimmering
Sort of bone
Her bones and I'm blathering
To count all her freckles, to kiss her bare ankles
The breath of the bread while it bakes
How I ache, I ache in the pit of me
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