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You might call it creation,
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We send the words out into the world of strangers who
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I fall asleep
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Heaven becomes a kiss, becomes moveable.
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To train myself in the midst of a burning world
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Meadows of Majesty concedes
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For me, it’s the kind with three
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I tried everything
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Pigeons fly in dark air.
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Endless the splendid life of the world
