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Iron Gate, Purple Wood

Chris Bathgate

Iron gate, purple wood
At night we go walking through the neighborhood
That was all, oh lord that was all

Shattered light, trembling ash
crept on the porch as the dim evening past
That was all, oh lord that was all

Watered sill, rage in white
One kettle screaming on the stove that night
That was all, oh lord that was all

Fiery field, amber grass
On the horizon the dawn it had past
That was all, oh lord that was all

Iron gate, purple wood
At night we go walking through the neighborhood
That was all, oh lord that was all






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