Lovers: they will fall oh someday they’ll get away
An ashtray of many, cold sympathy
They say everyone’s somebody’s home
But her absence seems so wrong, seems so wrong.
Patiently place the head where it belongs.
The glass was so kindly broken
Whispers and lights,
Wasting hours made of cotton,
Where they lie
Footprints that we left in our moon, conquered every dune
Her fantasy tale, minor holy grail
They say to keep your head over your feet
Just like actors, following patterns.
But her absence seemed so long, seemed so long.
Lungs, throat and tongue, plans from the young, his velvet eyelids cry
The glass was so kindly broken
Whispers and lights,
Wasting hours made of cotton,
Where they lie
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