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《Two Years In April》
By Tamas Wells



Fine, don't  follow  a  tiny  boat  for  a  day



Fine, don't  follow  a  tiny  boat  for  a  day
The  guide will follow a tide at two In the daylight
In the daylight we simply believe in a man or a shrine
and  simply recall all the scattered
I was going to write a note for the day
but I was following all the threats that you made
and we comfort to wring everybody's hide
and comfort to call them in tatters
Tried to follow our tide
to follow our neighbours to your shrines
I followed and find
you're going to wring your neighour's hide
I was following to your shrines
following to your shrines

Why you follow it by a token and plaid
I was going to buy a dove for the grace
and we will not decree everybody's shrines
in the way that the knights are in tatters
Tried to follow our tide
to follow our neighbours to your shrines
I followed and find
you're going to wring your neighour's hide
I was following to your shrines
following to your shrines
following to your shrines


I Want You to Know It's Now or Never



Cause I want you to know the faces never told
you quite how to taste delight and awake for Denise
with frowns and tennis fees
and decide to take her out beside.
Holy flies and faces that tell the creed.
Counts too far and strays inside the keys
that you played with plates of eyes of braised and rare and faultless sides
taken with your meansure and your thighs.
 
Cause I want you to know its now or never sold
with white, gilded cases I said
I want you to see the frowns in Tennessee
about the pavements and the spouts.
Till you shower in streams of bold relief.
And these thoughts are sold into belief
and will you wake inside the green and fold and I was sew the seams,
covered you with laces and your screams.