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For a boat of white bone, and we three	October 19, 2007	Going Amazonian	I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
The bones of the dead lay everywhere around and underneath the feet of the living	The foul rag and bone shop	This song is meant to be played so loudly it liquefies your thoughts as you drive at night through abandoned neon dinosaur bones	But where the bones had landed, things began to grow
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