We will wake as light is draped
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Like ribbons on the trees
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With woven tongues and fingers spun
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Between these dusty knees
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The branches crack beneath my back
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We sigh like sleeping tigers
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The forest stirs and shrugs the birds
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From shoulders stooped in silence
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And they sing for joy
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We are engineers and we are architects
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Making better guesses and empty threats
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It was all for something, and there¡¯s nothing wrong
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We know what is coming and what is to be done
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Bones will arc and cradle sparks
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From circuits smudged in bliss
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The newborn blush that makes us drunk
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On every little kiss
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We are happy scientists
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Our theories long abandoned
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For kites of red and feather beds
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For moments without sadness
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We will jump for joy
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And I¡¯m helpless darling
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Cause you turn me on
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Joy Maker Machinery
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| Sweet Billy Pilgrim |
