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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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Insouciant lay down deferred |
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The taste of you, my fingers heard |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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She fingered my hips |
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With her blonde fingertips |
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A hangnail set upon a rough terrain |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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She came, she came, she came |
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She came, she came |
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Tiny bird on skeleton heels |
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Scratches her name in the sky |
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Constellations splintering |
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Stars in my retinae |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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Insouciant lay down deferred |
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The taste of you, my fingers heard |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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Out of a black cloud came a bird |
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She came, she came, she came |
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She came |
