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Conor Oberst

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I swear that I'm dying
slowly but it's happening,
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere...
just take me there.
--
If Winter Ends

 
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For those denounced by their smug, horrible children
For a peppermint-star and the praise of the Perfect State,
For all those strangled, gelded or merely starved
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The Jew with his chest crushed in and his eyes dying,
The revolutionist lynched by the private guards
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Where refugees seek deliverance that never comes
And the heart consumes itself as if it would live,
Where children age before their time
And life wears down the edges of the mind,
Where the old man sits with mind grown cold,
While bones and sinew, blood and cell, go slowly down to death,
Where fear companions each day's life,
And Perfect Love seems long delayed.
CHRISTMAS IS WAITING TO BE BORN:
In you, in me, in all mankind.

 
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