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Though by the path I lead
The passing of time, the pouring of tea
Are all I've lately seen
Until our temporal bridge be burned
Until our anchor stocks hold firm
Where the hands of clocks don't turn
O my soul
May our lips remain discrete
While your traps are beneath our feet
But how long before our tails are caught
By our free thought
Sugar in the cane, candles low
Kettle low on the flame
For the teapot, no
Sugar in the cane, candles low
From the streets of Mexican War
A battle with the memory of our first fight
In our contemptable youth
I quoted White Nights
That could not get rid of you
Waited with a stone in my hand
But you were right that nature had another plan
Nature had another plan
Sugar in the cane, candles low
On the West End Bridge
Looking down at the Ohio
Sugar in the cane, candles low
You panic like a mouse
When the lights go on
Sugar in the cane, candles low
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