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Orphic
queues
of them
the
whole band, the whole bill
fans,
admirers, roadies
all
these whisked away
queues
of them
zombie
style up down stairs
everyone
under the spell of love
it’s
love for which what they do
brief
arguments before a throne
it’s
welcome to eternity
and
over in a moment
you’re
back in
a
conga lineup
they
sing, they pluck the lyre
here
to be torn to pieces
we
all are
everyone
looks back
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