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the distance outside of you comes into focus, collapses away loving meand hands to the glass and eyes to sky and glued to the south she waits to seeshe's looking for birds she met last fall,who said they would come back different than allshe's waiting for six who know about sound,who'd promised to come back upside downand i like your raindrop collector,splash in my eyes and makes everything else look like youso hand me the glasses and teach me to use them,show me the window, i want to look tooi'll take the glasses and cover for you,you get some sleep and i'll stay 'till two.i'm looking for six who know about sound,who promised to come back upside downshe's got colors to spare and i don't care what they chooseand i've got nothing to do and nothing like you left to lose
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