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the Cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceshiplike the hand of God falling from the skya 1000 stone-carved saints hang like iciclesbut icicles don't take 1000 years to dieand everyone who ever worked on this Cathedralor even spent a moment walking byeveryone of us is swept away like breadcrumbswhat comfort does it bring, soaring towers left behindthere's a fiberglass castle in Wisconsinwhere kids race go-karts around a moatonce we went up there in Decemberwhen every waterslide and fudgeshoop was closedhoping to feel love under the iciclesall we did was drink in an empty barbut stumbling drunk we crawled back to our motel roomand I fell against you and felt your beating heartsnow was slowly falling on the ice machineand the moon shone hazy through the pinesbut there were lounge chairs thrown into the empty pooland a dog chained to a tree barking at the sky
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