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All sunk in slumber
Eyes bedewed
Your lips will come unglued
Though tears becloud the sight

Of kites torn asunder
in the blue
A silver spittle slew
We grace wings under night

Drain the day
Plain on her dripping face
Is the sun in gold and glace
Pain like the lorries
Tracing their circles
In search of something gay

Thrice blinks the bride
And mothers mew
These nectar rivers stir
To pollenate your eyes

Quiet in the neverland of noon
The smell of sinking moons
And drool of gentle lies
All sunk in slumber   Eyes bedewed   Your lips will come unglued   Though tears becloud the sight      Of kites torn asunder   in the blue   A silver spittle slew   We grace wings under night      Drain the day   Plain on her dripping face   Is the sun in gold and glace   Pain like the lorries   Tracing their circles   In search of something gay      Thrice blinks the bride   And mothers mew   These nectar rivers stir   To pollenate your eyes      Quiet in the neverland of noon   The smell of sinking moons   And drool of gentle lies
 
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