Handwriting sharp
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I draw between the points of the segment
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From heels to crown
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This is how freckles connect into constellations
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Clouds are drowning in the abyss of puddles, to them
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All leaves fall like trinkets
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But just don't call me soulless
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You understand, I just collect freckles.
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And it takes billions of years for the stars to be born
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We don't have time to wait for them.
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And therefore, I spend between the red dots
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Hundreds of lines to a hundred new constellations
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Illuminated everything around and I saw where to run
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And no matter how sorry, and no matter how hard it would be
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If I fall asleep under the sky, then cover with a piece of wood -
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I don't deserve anymore
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And how not to ask for death to yourself
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But you try it in her eyes, tell her
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And tremble, do not think about eternity
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And the only thing that matters is what would save my speech
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But one day, you will forget your fear
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The one with which the signs break up into sounds
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And into letters, acquiring death
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In sharp handwriting I draw between the points of the segment
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From the heels to the top of the head - this is how freckles connect into constellations
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Freckles connect, so freckles connect
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Everything in white hoarfrost drowning, drowning
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Connect in a constellation named you you, you
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In sharp handwriting I draw between the points of the segment
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From the heels to the top of the head - this is how freckles connect into constellations
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Freckles connect, so freckles connect
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Everything in white hoarfrost drowning, drowning
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Connect in a constellation named you you, you
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And I don't look like that
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What such a bag of cynicism did not see Mariengof
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And you ask for the tenth time: “How are you?” |
(somehow, but)
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It's worth living at least for a drunken cherry
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At least for the sake of sugar on pink lips
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And the air smelled of roses - this is how heaven dies
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And I seem to have fallen apart again, and no matter how you ask
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"Help" - but everyone sculpts himself
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And I put myself on like a Band-Aid
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On Cinderella, a rubbed foot with a glass slipper
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Although it was easier to glue the flippers, and between us speaking
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We'll be eaten like a truffle, but
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In the end, without knowing who I would become
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Man will find himself inside legends and legends
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And time will not drag him under the scythe
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If there is at least one inappropriate predicate
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“So tell me!
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In sharp handwriting I draw between the points of the segment
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From the heels to the top of the head - this is how freckles connect into constellations
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Freckles connect, so freckles connect
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Everything in white hoarfrost drowning, drowning
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Connect in a constellation named you you, you
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In sharp handwriting I draw between the points of the segment
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From the heels to the top of the head - this is how freckles connect into constellations
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Freckles connect, so freckles connect
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Everything in white hoarfrost drowning, drowning
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Connect in a constellation named you you, you
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In sharp handwriting I draw between the points of the segment
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From the heels to the top of the head - this is how freckles connect into constellations
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Freckles connect, so freckles connect
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Everything in white hoarfrost drowning, drowning
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Connect in a constellation named you you, you |