| The black paper between a mirror breaks my heart
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| The moon frayed through dark velvet lightly apart
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| Steal softly through sunshine
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| Steal softly through snow
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| The wild goose flies from winter
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| Breaks my heart that I can’t go
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| Energy flies through a field
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| And the sun softly melts a nothing wheel
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| Steal softly through sunshine
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| Steal softly through snow
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| The black paper between a mirror
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| Breaks my heart that I can’t go
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| The swan their feathers don’t grow, they’re spun
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| They live two hundred years of love, they’re one
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| Breaks my heart to see them cross the sun
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| Grain grows rainbows up straw hill
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| Breaks my heart to see the highway cross the hills
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| Man lived a million years and still he kills
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| The black paper between a mirror
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| Breaks my heart that I can’t go
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| Steal softly through sunshine
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| Steal softly through snow |