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did I lie down for these
these arms mark
cunning fragility
hanging letters in my windows
just in case you could walk by.
and how do we make it
through these glass nights
through those
last night
well I'll say to you
that it's a tightrope
those fogs wrapped
in those nights
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And no matter how high the fences
I bring them down
spun across the sadness of the city
the bells ring out a chorus
to picture them in singalong
and the miserable lie
that was miserable truth
only belonging to me.
and the pieces they
keep me up at night reassembling
and at the bells they do a dance
that never is quite in tune.
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These two are my favourite.
You wrote them different than the others.
Well done. [=
I can't be critical right now because I'm half asleep, but remind me to. Hahaha.