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Your frame is a slender tree and hads two sprawling leaves |
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your mouth a quiet dawn |
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your hair waterfall your eyes stars |
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astral light slow |
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whispers of infinity that draw me |
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closer to your body night by night |
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and my love is a satellite |
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Spinning. |
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Spinning. |
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Your questions are impossible |
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galaxies and moonlight flow |
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angry tides and fallow lands |
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and our universe expands |
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your footprints are maps to me |
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under sunlight speckled woods |
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you feed me in the failing |
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light a simple meal of gravity |
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and my love is a satellite Spinning... |
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Spinning... |
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You reached into space for me |
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held my orbit evenly certain of infinity, |
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but moons and comets die eventually and when we go, |
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go in peace when our spirits |
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go free and world's only grey quiet dawn in galaxy and my love is a satellite Spinning... Spinning... Spinning... |
