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She was merged she was thin
The case was wide open
I see a heart on her shoulder
With his first name written
CHORUS
And what do lately
Consider to be yourself?
With your outsize hands
Your molten breath
October is the month
We'll pray for the summer
When trees are branching
A long distant murmur
CHORUS
So keep writing her name
So it's setting in stone
You'll live in the shadow
Of these broken bones
"All songs published by Sons and Daughters,
administered by Bug Music"
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