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135 a​dusk​song Over​the​big​bed​in​the​small​room The​flat​shadow Turned,​thinning​our​walls Insistently, Turning​and​turning​us​closer​and​closer​to​salt​wind In​from​the​sea. I​could​sing​a​song​about​a​long​gone​lover, Cape​Cod​dusk,​Cape​Cod​shadow; I​sang​a​song​then​about​the​Cape​Cod​shadow, Over​door​and​wall,​over Shoulder​and​shoulder. Did​I​have​a​face​and​did​it​lie In​shadow Turning​and​turning​your​glances​away? Once​there​was​a​song​about​the​Cape​Cod​shadow; I​sang​the​song. The​flat​shadow​turned​over​our​walls​and​brought​the​sea​in. The​song​kept​turning. ...

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