| How you slowed my tongue
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| Beautifier
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| See my own reflection
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| In your flower
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| Read a part but I skipped right to the end
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| To make you feel better
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| If our time’s a tome
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| Make a makeshift tome for the butterflies
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| For you darling
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| Brave sonnets, canonize my love
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| It’s slow weaning to find meaning
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| Like tracing the stars up above
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| When all the stars we trace
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| Play memories of love
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| I feel safe from the bitter thousand miles away because
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| I dreamed that I was coming home
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| You sang me the moonlight
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| And in that dream you smothered me
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| Was more than I could write
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| In the song that we sing to raise the moon
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| Sweet whispers to children
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| There, there, there, there
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| Sleep through the silvery night
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| Frangipani sighs
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| Penny weather
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| Full lips pressed to touch
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| Like a feather
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| Made a promise to keep for better ends
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| For finite forever
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| Furthered ocean home
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| When the distance is quite imaginary
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| For you darling
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| Brave sonnets, canonize my love
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| It’s slow weaning to find meaning
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| Like tracing the stars up above
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| When all the stars we trace
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| Play memories of love
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| I feel safe from the bitter thousand miles away because
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| I dreamed that I was coming home
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| You sang me the moonlight
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| And in that dream you smothered me
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| Was more than I could write
|
| In the song that we sing to raise the moon
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| Sweet whispers to children
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| There, there, there, there
|
| Sleep through the silvery night
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| Moon, moon
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| Shining and silver
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| Moon, moon
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| Silver and bright
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| Moon, moon
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| Whispers to children
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| Sleep, sleep
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| Sleep through the silver night
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| Through the night
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| I dreamed that I was coming home
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| You sang me the moonlight
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| And in that dream you smothered me
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| Was more than I could write
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| In the song that we sing to raise the moon
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| Sweet whispers to children
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| There, there, there, there
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| Sleep through the silvery |