Oh, mercy,
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and the leaves so green that brush against my hands,
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Let the wind sing us love our songs as we swift within your sense.
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Don’t answer our any prayers they have,
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just lift our careless hearts
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With the bursting rays of August
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and your cold raindrops of Mars.
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Two Veils to Hide My Face
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| Passion Pit |
