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The Early Stars
The notion never leaves me
No leisure for a restless heart
Summers breathing lessons
Collapsing air we fall apart
Oh, and when you sink into the ground you'll fly.
Face your own sky
Darkness pours down from the early stars
Wait for my sign
We'll go quietly together.
The slow eyes disappointed
No liesure for a wanting heart
Struggle in seperation
Silent and alone.
And when they open up their
Papers they'll know
Fumbling around with outstretched hands
While you and I can.
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