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[ti:Envelopes] |
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[ar:Sleeping at Last] |
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[al:Keep No Score] |
| [00:29.02] |
On tree branches |
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There are birds instead of leaves. |
| [00:38.31] |
All at once, they lift through trees |
| [00:43.49] |
To reveal the unseen. |
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A blindfold of wings |
| [01:00.34] |
Held us from perfect sight, |
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While saving unready eyes. |
| [01:11.31] |
All will be lost, all will be well. |
| [01:21.23] |
All will be loved when living is hell. |
| [01:30.26] |
We'll cry dead leaves to grow. |
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In broken English, |
| [01:44.07] |
Arguments igniting fires, |
| [01:49.71] |
We'll sing in off-key choirs |
| [01:59.44] |
Of an ageless rebirth. |
| [02:02.58] |
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| [02:09.43] |
After feathers disappear, |
| [02:18.17] |
Our bodies will heal and repair. |
| [02:30.98] |
Sent down in envelopes, |
| [02:35.87] |
A white sea of dangerous hope. |
| [02:39.86] |
Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words, |
| [02:49.28] |
Perfect ears let truth be heard, |
| [02:54.36] |
And we will learn to let go. |
| [02:58.32] |
We will learn to let go. |
| [03:03.18] |
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| [03:10.85] |
We'll pull each letter one by one, |
| [03:16.44] |
Every ribbon comes undone. |
| [03:21.43] |
Our little eyes and little souls |
| [03:26.12] |
Will now be strong enough to hold |
| [03:30.70] |
The divorce of need. |
| [03:35.75] |
Explanations breathe for us. |
| [03:43.77] |
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| [03:51.07] |
On paper waves we sway. |
| [03:58.69] |
Our bodies get lifted away, outside of space |
| [04:11.90] |
We'll send down the envelopes, |
| [04:16.34] |
The forest resets in hope. |
