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your hand as the wind
same direction as entropy
those witchy eyes
like pins piercing through these
a half finished song
and the rest
you can take home
for breakfast
we'll have memories
of the night before
no kidding girl
i've seen a ghost it's true
i chased one around
but i lost it through some wall
i chased a nymph once too
she led me
to the edge of the ocean
past the waves
into the water
head for the trenches
brgith city lights
they come alive
the tight grip
on my hand by this siren
blowing wind in my mouth
the second i need it
and love
a body doesn't wanna
get lost
in the undertow
but yes
a kind heart
needs a steady supply
of lips like those
just to borrow them
for on moment
close my eyes
and i'm taking
all your sorrow
through the valleys
and the mountains
the chase holds
ancient cities stand strong
on borrowed land
sweet mother can take it back whenever
brave priestess
pray for us all
the sacrifice must be made
we all know this
let the rest live
at the mercy of your highness
so when the time comes
to wash away the madness
take this history
this culture
bring the tiger
and the vulture
leave nothing but the children behind
soft beauty
now and always
has lived
within that mind
but these wars that we wage
the innocence not replaced
brute force of stubborn lines
will drag you deeper in their accidents
visions of you as a child
don't reveal much
except that gravity
which sustains duality
is apart from vanity
and the conditions that allow sanity
are quickly leaving me
disregard partiality
and love
a body doesn't wanna
get lost
in the undertow
but yes
a kind heart
needs a steady supply
of lips like those
my life is all for you
can't you tell honey
it's all colored blue
just to borrow your lips
for one moment
close my eyes
and i'm taking
all your sorrow
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