Five lives dead and gone
We breathe out of key and
For the dying beautiful,
And the infinite end...
I never got
Please love, just come home again
Just let this one
Disenchanting the romantic
This is the real, this is the
And I cannot stop shaking,
Because you cannot stop shaking.
And
The cedar doesn't do much for these memories
I am
For words,
Two minutes,
Three years
For my fingertips to
I float above and these wings catch, and your sky
And we won't be breathing in that same sun again
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