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I've never told this story to another living soul |
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For fear it might awaken and the story would unfold |
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Candles in a courtyard and a paper colored cat |
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While demos danced on feathers and cosmos held the hat |
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Next came their profession and a paper colored purr |
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An umber armed albino and the crowd began to stir |
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I slid behind a linden to swallow what I'd seen |
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I slid behind a linden and to swallow what I'd seen |
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Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair |
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Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air |
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Threads of grass and thumbles, needles made of hair |
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Leaves a dance that stumbles, limbs laughed in the air |
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And on the day you fall, who's name would you call |
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The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know |
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How to start a fir once the umbers cease to glow |
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The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know |
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How to start a fire once the umbers cease to glow |
