she has faces up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her guarding her slumber
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a black bead rosary under her pillow and when it thunders she clutches it tightly
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and she hears silence is white, sound is black, the world is wrapped in a paper sack
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and when i leave i close the door to this galaxy of yours
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dropping by i open a window as the breeze blows in the curtains are butterflies
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and we hear the church bells ring out on a hill and all of their echoes left us singing
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silence is black, the room is bright, our world is basking in tv light
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and we are laid out on the floor of this galaxy of yours
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with all of your heroes waiting in paper piles laid on the floor
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i push my paintbrush lightly and fill in any empty nail holes
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a dresser top, a jewelry box, colored tassels tied in knots
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and a porcelain girl danced a music box ballet for us
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and your nightlight is a star, or a firefly, that
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leads my gaze up to the ceiling
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wondering if you think that it's the sky
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with all of your heroes...
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open the window slightly, pick up paper off the floor
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i hold my paintbrush tightly, and fill in any empty nail holes
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open the window slightly
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she has faces
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