light your tinsel moon, and call on / your performing stars to fall
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light your tinsel moon, and call on / your performing stars to fall
and it grows, the vain / summer, / even for us
a burn scar / a whole lot of river
there’s a bluebird in my heart that / wants to get out / but
if you can’t imagine / spring. sleep through the alarm / of the world |
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