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Resting flowers One wild sprawl Untethered Making an effort Ah ah ah ah ah ah making an effort

If I saw you now Could I look in your eyes? Do you think of me Like I dream of you?

Count the bubbles in your hand The summer sites And the southern skies

something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.

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Everybody knows Everywhere I go I can never run and I cannot hide