Wings

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at night we crossed the border following a Black robe
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to the edge of the reservation to Cataldo Mission
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where the saints and all the martyrs look down on dying converts
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what makes the water holy, she says, is that it's the closest thing to rain
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I stole a mule from Anthony I helped Anne up upon it
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and we rode to Coeur d'Alene past Harrison and Wallace
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they were blasting out the tunnels making way for the light of learning
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when Jesus comes a'calling, she said, he's coming 'round the mountain on a
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train
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it's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
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I found a place where they could hear me when I sing
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we floated on to Hanford on a lumber boat up river
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past the fisheries and milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
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she was driven to distraction said, I wonder what will happen
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when they find out they're mistaken and the land is too changed to ever
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change
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we waded through the marketplace someone's ship had come in
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there was silver and begonias dynamite and cattle
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there were hearts as big as apples and apples in the shape of Mary's heart
I said, inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so
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plain
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it's my home last night I dreamt that I grew wings
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I found a place where they could hear me when I sing

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and so they came with cameras breaking through the morning mist
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press and businessmen tycoons Episcopal philanthropists
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lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
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but all we saw were lowlands clouds clung to mountains without strings
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at last we saw some people
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at last we saw some people
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at last we saw some people huddled up against
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the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
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they were headed for the border walking and then running
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then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath the jackets she
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saw wings.