| I’ve never told this story to another living soul
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| For fear it might awaken and the story would unfold
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| Candles in a courtyard and a paper colored cat
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| While demos danced on feathers and cosmos held the hat
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| Next came their profession and a paper colored purr
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| An umber armed albino and the crowd began to stir
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| I slid behind a linden to swallow what I’d seen
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| I slid behind a linden and to swallow what I’d seen
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| Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair
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| Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air
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| Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair
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| Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air
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| And on the day you fall, who’s name would you call
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| The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know,
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| How to start a fir once the umbers cease to glow
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| The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know, |