you're a line from nowhere
you're a caress without care
you're the horror of dreams
you're imagination in streams
you're the drown in the drink
you're the glance and the blink
you're e'erything to E'eryman
you're the flaw in the plan
you're a quill of heaven's lord
you're lying cold on a coolin' board
you're the cliche of red and violet coos
you're the gooseflesh in Waits' blues
you're, your, and yore used wrong
you're banality in e'ery love song
you're the one I can ne'er quit
you're the one that makes me poet
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