chokes me up.

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Grace Cathedral hill,
all wrapped in bones of setting sun,
all dust and stone and moribund;
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle
for a New Year's Day:
I sat and watched it burn away,
then turned and weaved
through slow decay...
We were both a little hungry,
so we went to get hot dog.
Down to Hyde Street Pier,
the light was slight, and disappeared;
the air it stunk of fish and beer.
We heard a Superman trumpet
play the national anthem...

And the world may belong for you,
but'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike...
when all the city lights
blind your eyes tonight,
'Are you feeling better now?'

Some way to greet the year-
your eyes all bright and
brim with tears...
The pilgrims, pills, and tourists here
will sink fifty-three bucks to buy
a brand new halo.
Sweet on a green-eyed girl,
all fiery Irish clip and curl,
all brine and piss and vinegar;
I paid twenty-five cents to light
a little white candle.

And the world may belong for you,
but'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike,
when all the city lights
blind your eyes tonight,
"Are you feeling better now?"
Are you feeling better now?

Are you feeling better now?

---the decemberists

I cry every time.