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How does it go down, when you're the biggest kid in your own playground Everybody needs a place to rest She had the yellow eyes of opal moons. So full of love, how could she see?He thought he'd drown in them so he set sail. Gracefully she dreamed him free. The Indian Ocean washed him on her shore flat backed on a dirt packed floor. One eye on the door. You're ten thousand miles away as the birds fly, and you want to die--Because you let her go.. |
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