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I've never told this story to another living soul |
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For fear it might awaken and the story would unfold |
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Candles in a courtyard |
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And a paper colored cat |
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While demos danced on feathers |
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And cosmos held the hat |
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Next came their profession |
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And a paper colored purr |
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And umber armed albino |
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And the crowd began to stir |
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I slid behind a linden |
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To swallow what I'd seen |
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I slid behind a linden |
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To swallow what I'd seen |
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Threads of grass and thimbles |
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Needles made of hair |
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Weaves a dance that stumbles |
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Limbs laughed in the air |
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Threads of grass and thimbles |
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Needles made of hair |
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Weaves a dance that stumbles |
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Limbs laughed in the air |
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And on the day you fall |
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Who's name would you call |
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The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know |
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How to start a fire once the embers cease to glow |
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The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know |
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How to start a fire once the embers cease to glow |
