| To splay your fingers
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| To balance on the toes
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| To move as graceful as a willow
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| To pull the body up
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| To know what the head knows
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| To move in worship of miracles
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| Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
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| Writing a list of things you would say first
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| Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
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| Writing a list of things you would say first
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| Identify the footsteps
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| Hear them as my own
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| Have I forgotten?
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| To make a sun rise out of rhythm
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| High up on the shadow
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| Move as graceful as a deer in its light
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| Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
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| Writing a list of things you would say first
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| Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
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| And writing a list of things you would say first
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| to weather, weather high
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| Black cloud
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| Sing to the
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| Move covered in dew
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| Sing to weather, weather high
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| Black cloud
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| Sing to the
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| Move covered in dew
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| (Finish off that final tree
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| Sink its ash into the sea)
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| Empty out that final light
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| Empty into night
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| Finish off that final tree
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| Sink its ash into the sea
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| Empty out that final light
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| Empty into night
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| Finish off that final tree
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| Sink its ash into the sea
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| Empty out that final light
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| Empty into night
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| Finish off that final tree
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| Sink its ash into the sea
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| Empty out that final light
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| Empty into night
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| Finish off that final tree
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| Sink its ash into the sea
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| To be a river walker
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| Where the water is old
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| To be a sun walker
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| Where the air is cold
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| Uncertain on the shadow
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| Lightning lit up the sunburn
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| I’m passing through
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| Never shade
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| Pure flowing as a river
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| That makes the sun rise out of rhythm
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| High up on the shadow
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| Move as graceful as a deer in its light
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| Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
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| And writing a list of things you would say first
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| Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth
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| And writing a list of things you would say first |