gri_2003_m_46_b02_f09_003
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- Mean dissimilarity: 0.041
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- 65460005 - not-logged-in-535f37d57bb5467f0ea2
- 65469185 - Pastor_Ruth
- 65533228 - BronteAlcott
- 65552845 - not-logged-in-8e1a5ee617673273e164
- 65573979 - Afanafritos
- WINNER - 65614217 - hilditl74
65460005 - not-logged-in-535f37d57bb5467f0ea2
LYRICS FOR SYLVIAWaking like forms in the surf
Feathering on the plumbed shore
Virile and undefeating
Sleeping like boats on gold grains
Dry complacent silent
But open to the sun
Waking like someone accused
Of the language of the roof
Mirror of the bridge of birds
Sleeping vividly unconscious
Like a milestone introducing
Each vegetation god
(ii)
How many afternoons
Survive the crystal wound
Of pale light on the glass
Lapped by the tongues of rain
Implicitly contriving
Waterfalls and figures
Of Proteus, marine,
Adaptable as sand
The jet descends
Onto bruising roofs of rock
Spattering the sleepy trees:
Like surf on the sea-edge
The rain breaks
On this horizon-coast.
(iii)
Erudite as vases
The flesh is normative:
The evidence of roses
Supposes pleasant guilt
Behind the mask a mine
And rubies on the table.
As the mask confuses
Be dazzled by the red
Lazy as oracles
I say my images
While all the afternoons
Lucifer falls like apples
And Pan is rumoured dead
65469185 - Pastor_Ruth
LYRICS FOR SYLVIAMaking like forms in the surf
Feathering on the plumed shore
Virile and undefeating
Sleeping like boats on gold grains
Dry complacent silent
But open to the sun
Making like someone accused
Of the language on the roof
Mirror of the bridge of birds
Sleeping vividly unconscious
Like a milestone introducing
Each vegetation god
(ii)
How many afternoons
Survive the crystal wound
Of pale light on the glass
Lapped by the tongues of rain
Implicitly contriving
Waterfalls and figures
Of Proteus, marine,
Adaptable as sand
The jet descends
Onto bruising roofs of rock
Spattering the sleepy trees:
Like surf on the sea-edge
The rain breaks
On this horizon-coast
(iii)
Erudite as vases
The flesh is normative:
The evidence of roses
Supposes pleasant guilt
Behind the mask a mine
And rubies on the table.
As the mask confuses
Be dazzled by the red
Lazy as oracles
I ay my images
While all the afternoons
Lucifer falls like apples
and Pan is rumoured dead
65533228 - BronteAlcott
LYRICS FOR SLYVIAWaking like forms in the surf
Feathering on the plumed shore
Virile and undefeating
Sleeping like boats on gold grains
Dry complacent silent
But open to the sun
Waking like someone accused
Of the language of the roof
Mirror of the bridge of birds
Sleeping vividly unconscious
Like a milestone introducing
Each vegetation god
(ii)
How many afternoons
Survive the crystal wound
Of pale light on the glass
Lapped by the tongues of rain
Implicitly contriving
Waterfalls and figures
Of Proteus, marine,
Adaptable as sand
The jet descends
Onto bruising roofs of rock
Spattering the sleepy trees:
Like surf on the sea-edge
The rain breaks
On this horizon-coast
(iii)
Erudite as vases
The flesh is normative:
The evidence of roses
Supposes pleasant guilt
Behind the mask a mine
And rubies on the table.
As the mask confuses
Be dazzled by the red
Lazy as oracles
I say my images
While all the afternoons
Lucifer falls like apples
And Ian is rumoured dead
65552845 - not-logged-in-8e1a5ee617673273e164
LYRICS FOR SYLVIAWaking like forms in the surf
Feathering on the plumed shore
Virile and undefeating
Sleeping like boats on gold grains
Dry complacent silent
But open to the sun
Waking like someone accused
Of the language of the roof
Mirror of the bridge of birds
Sleeping vividly unconscious
Like a milestone introducing
Each vegetation god
(ii)
How many afternoons
Survive the crystal wound
Of pale light on the glass
Lapped by the tongues of rain
Implicitly contriving
Waterfalls and figures
Of Proteus, marine,
Adaptable as sand
The jet descents
Onto bruising roofs of rock
Spattering the sleepy trees:
Like surf on the sea-edge
The rain breaks
On this horizon-coast.
(iii)
Erudite as vases
The flesh is normative:
The evidence of roses
Supposes pleasant guilt
Behind the mask a mine
And rubies on the table
As the mask confuses
Be dazzled by the red
Lazy as oracles
I say my images
While all the afternoons
Lucifer falls like apples
And Pan is rumoured dead
65573979 - Afanafritos
LYRICS FOR SYLVIAWaking like forms in the surf
Feathering on the plumed shore
Virile and undefeating
Sleeping like boats on gold grains
Dry complacent silent
But open to the sun
Waking like someone accused
Of the language of the roof
Mirror of the bridge of birds
Sleeping vividly unconscious
Like a milestone introducing
Each vegetation god
(ii)
How many afternoon
Survive the crystal wound
Of pale light on the glass
Lapped by the tongues of rain
Implicitly contriving
Waterfalls and figures
Of Proteus, marine,
Adaptable as sand
The jet descends
Onto bruising roofs of rock
Spattering the sleepy trees:
Like surf on the sea-edge
The rain breaks
On this horizon-coast
(iii)
Erudite as vases
The flesh ins normative:
The evidence of roses
Supposes pleasant guilt
Behind the mask a mine
And rubies on the table.
As the mask confuses
Be dazzled by the red
lazy as oracles
I say my images
While all the afternoons
Lucifer falls kile apples
And an is romoured dead
WINNER - 65614217 - hilditl74
LYRICS FOR SYLVIAWaking like forms in the surf Feathering on the plumed shore Virile and undefeating Sleeping like boats on gold grains Dry complacent silent But open to the sun Waking like someone accused Of the language of the roof Mirror of the bridge of birds Sleeping vividly unconscious Like a milestone introducing Each vegetation god
(ii)
How many afternoons Survive the crystal wound Of pale light on the glass Lapped by the tongues of rain Implicitly contriving Waterfalls and figures Of Proteus, marine, Adaptable as sand The jet descends Onto bruising roofs of rock Spattering the sleepy trees : like surf on the sea-edge The rain breaks On this horizon-coast.
(iii)
Erudite as vases The flesh is normative : The evidence of roses Supposes pleasant guilt Behind the mask a mine And rubies on the table. As the mask confuses Be dazzled by the red Lazy as oracles I say my images While all the afternoons Lucifer falls like apples And Pan is rumoured dead