I wish IĄŻd just stood and let the sun creep through me.
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Instead of my attempts to build slingshots, spools and sinkers to bring in the sky.
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Inventions out of sticks and stones, a crown dusted off from beneath the bones.
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A white liar, protector of our hearts and homes.
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Stay, donĄŻt go,
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IĄŻll eat you up, I love you so.
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I want you to follow and find me,
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Howl like its us and no-one else,
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We could keep out the sadness and stand so tall,
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We could run like wild things, and lie right where we fall.
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The Definition Of Not Leaving
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| Hands Like Houses |