| This perfect day
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| We make our way to the end of it With perfect grace
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| I lay my head in your lap and walk away
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| These days are sweet and strange
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| We’re happy in our star-scattered way
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| Always
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| In this my life
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| In this my life as a ghost
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| In this my life
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| My happy life as a ghost
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| I’ve been lifting out the stains from the stones
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| Planting flowers where you’ll never find my bones
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| Seven sisters seven stars shooting home
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| Shouts and whispers of a better fight in better times
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| A day for the sweet and strange
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| Or happy in some star-shattered way
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| Our way
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| In this my life
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| In this my life as a ghost
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| In this my life
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| My happy life as a ghost
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| This perfect day
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| I lay my shield at your feet and beg to stay |