Two of Everything
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Two of Everything
Two of love
Two of death
Two of every last breath
Our primrose laughter
in Longcoats field
scared the one horned sheep
who flew to her lamb.
And we heard a cuckoo
with no reply,
but we had each other
so we didn't care,
down by the marsh
where the black bull died.
Two of love
Two of death
Two of every last breath.
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