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Go back to sleep,
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There are no hours in this landscape. At times, white
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With her clothes undulating into a thousand colors,
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Runnin’ through sky of blue rollin’ in the sun
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The privilege to scrutinize
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Our bodies keep expanding in their
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Show me / the detail, the intricate embroidery
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I fill the hours
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At night / you lean out, releasing
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Shake your head.
