| Your frame is a slender tree
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| And hands two sprawling leaves
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| Your mouth, a quiet dawn
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| Your hair, a waterfall
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| Your eyes, stars astral light
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| Slow whispers of infinity
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| That draw me closer to your body night by night
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| And my love is a satellite
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| Spinning, spinning
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| Spinning, spinning
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| Your questions are impossible
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| Galaxies and moonlight flow
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| Angry tides and fallow lands
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| And our universe expands
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| Your footprints are maps to me Under sunlight speckled woods
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| You’ll feed me in the failing light
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| A simple meal of gravity
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| And all my love is a satellite
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| Spinning, spinning
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| Spinning, spinning
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| Spinning, spinning, spinning
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| You reached into space for me Held my orbit evenly, certain of infinity
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| But moons and comets die eventually
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| And when we go, go in peace
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| When our spirits go free
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| And the world’s only grey
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| Quiet dawning galaxy oh And my love is a satellite
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| Spinning, spinning
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| Spinning, spinning, spinning
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| Oh spinning |