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Gold
you could cover it,
in glittering gold
all over it
in the nooks of the oeuvre
and this must be a dream
barefoot in this field- dancing
giving way to a happy scream
don't cover me- I'm glittering
you could steal it
the generations they won't know
until the liberation
until we're overthrown
find it in a trash can
find it smudged and soiled
find it disregarded
the Masters work in oil
oh, you caught me in a dream
barefoot on glass- (I'm) running
with the murderous sun chasing me
but I won't be caught- even when I'm glittering
you could stomp your feelings out
caught in the act- the action
you pour the bronze out
and it fills out (up) what (how) you see
you found me in your dream
unable to tell if I walked in
or if it spilled out
and the currant took me- all glittering
