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Dear charming kite, |
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Do litely bite |
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The foggy fields, the lowing lanes |
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The rickety roads and the kneeling plains |
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Oh lazy light |
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With massive might |
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You dare my dream of snowy cloth |
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Felt snapping white as albatross |
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Is bitten by the wind and rocks |
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Is hushed into the clary moss |
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Is ushered here to count his loss |
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My kite; pale cotton, willow cross |
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You take my tattered fist |
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It's like a catalyst |
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It's like a roiling writhing wall of 'has it come to this?' |
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If this is medicine woah-oh |
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It tastes like medicine |
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Just help me get it in |
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Flying a kite, |
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Flying a |
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Kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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Flying a kite |
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Oh-woah-oh |
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Oh gnarly night |
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It's like a dog fight |
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It's like a cat fight |
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And if i could just hold you close to me, woah-oh |
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I guess i hold you close to me |
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It's like a bull fight |
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And i see i give you a piece of my mind |
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But i'm giving you a piece of my mouth |
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You blushing boy,s how could you be so blind? |
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Flying a kite, |
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Flying a |
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Kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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A kite, flying |
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Flying a kite |
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Oh-woah-oh |
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La, da-da, dee, di |
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Look at my kite fly |
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Over foggy fields |
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The pungent pines |
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The verdant veils |
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The vapid vines |
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And the thousand purple cups of wine |
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The tearing teeth and the four full tines |
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The crumpling feast and the dawdling dine |
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And you do |
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Get me off the floor |
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Stand there staring for a minute |
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Like you never saw a girl before |
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There is the door |
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And like the streets are like an open mouth |
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I head south |
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And you stand fair and square and i stand there |
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Until the fall blots me out |
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There is no more |
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The cat and mouse to block the door |
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There is no more |
