Vancouver Divorce

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What the hell is this?
You said, "It's art, just fucking 
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mirror it."
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Where did we go wrong?
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If not here, where do we belong?
In a shot of sun off an airplane far
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 above her?
In the glint of a foot-burnished 
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manhole cover?
In a light, a sign of one kind or 
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another?
In the gleaming eye of a fighter or 
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a lover?
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Sitting here at the Hortons,
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so you know this is important.
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If not here, then where?
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If not now, then when?
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When a feather's an immovable force?
When the stampede's an obstacle 
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course?
When Ancient Train has hit Ol' 
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Transient Horse?
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When we're a Vancouver divorce?

Now that we've hammered the last 
spike
and we've punched the railroad 
through,
thought there'd be more to say,
thought there'd be more to do.
I love your paintings -- don't take 
your colours away.
I've grown more fearful of them 
every day.
Swimming up their dark rivers to 
discover your source,
a source of strange and unrequited 
remorse.
And I found the end of the world, of
 course,
but it's not the end of the world, 
of course.
It's just a Vancouver divorce.
It's just a Vancouver divorce.