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Paint put on metal, kept in our chests, |
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flows through these chambers so our hearts glow the same way. |
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We know the chords of our marrows, the pace of each other?s steps |
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We?re next to kin, feathers of a wing, all of one. |
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Whispers in hallways, creaks from the stairs, |
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thin glares around doors, we place in wooden chests. |
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Strings stretch out from our backs, drawn in tangled lines. |
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We?re atoms that shine, stars of a sign, all of one. |
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We know the scent that swirls in our tracks, |
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The blaze of our moves, the afterglow that stays. |
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Black dust from our feet turns, turns bright water dark. |
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The grains of salt from our lips turns sweet water hard. |
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We?re feathers of a wing, all of one. |
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We cut marks at points in time, we celebrate with allied, |
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add new ink to faded letters. |
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The trophies that we collect to hold on to what can?t be kept, |
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stored deep in hidden vaults, silhouettes of something lost. |
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We?re stars of a sign, all of one. |
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We carve symbols in our timber, split the leaves on every birch, |
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connect the places within us to homes that we build. |
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We carry treasures filled with tokens of who we are and where we?re from, |
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Veil stones in velvet so they won?t get torn, so they won?t get torn. |