| Breathe life to the street from the mouth
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| Those ruby red lips have much to give
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| Pull life from the land with your capable hands
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| Those life loving beautiful broken hands
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| Oh, I’ll stand with you and marvel
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| At the cosmos pink and bright
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| All the pages flipping backwards
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| Til time is gone and wrong is right
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| Rivers running up the hills and to the sky and down to the sea
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| Where a merman with a twinkle casts a hook in me
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| Sing me a salty blue song, I’ll be gone
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| With watery cheeks down flowered lanes
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| Tattered sails on a ramshackle ship, I’ll go pale
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| Staring straight in the face looming tempest waves
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| Otherwise I’ll wither and die here
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| On this reach of rubble rambling
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| With two years filled up with sand, dear
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| In a broken daze I’ll be scrambling
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| Like rivers running up the hills and to the sky and down to the sea
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| Where a merman with a twinkle casts a hook in me
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| Summer sky falling into the sea, taking part of me
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| See the bones on the sand in the light
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| All the heards of the sea rushing by, pay no mind
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| To the dancing reflections gone wild
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| And at night a fractured star fell
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| And pierced right through the thick of me
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| I cried out in pain and joy, yes
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| I’m not dead, not numb, not withering
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| Like a falling leaf who keeps her green
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| I’m turning bright in the sea
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| Where a merman with a twinkle casts a hook in me |