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And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...
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I
Retrieve the metal...
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Sunshine basking behind thunderous clouds
frozen icicles shadow flames of spring...
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Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
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Fall, did you part the sea?
Tread the sand the way you'd speak to me...
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My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of...
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Helicopters circle 'round
the little red brick school...
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The sun fell through
the wires of a dream catcher...
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I wanted to see the you the way
you see yourself in the mornings, without...
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On a summer sea
an ocean of promise swelled...
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Your mother has been worried
about the exit wounds on your shoulders...
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I swear Jesus cried that night.
It was Friday, and the skyline...