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We met in blankets of rain |
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Speaking in bubbles her words umbrellaed me |
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When we bounced back to her house |
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She got quiet and wound up her energy |
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She leapt like a frog |
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But got chased by the green sparrow |
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She bartered her being |
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Escaping the bird as a airborne scorpion |
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She's morphing again |
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Into something |
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I can't recognize |
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Just when |
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I'm inShe might morph her wa out |
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Now that the years have gone by |
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She flutters through rain like a waterlogged buttterfly |
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I feel much more calm when she lands |
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My sould mate sits still with a new found tranquility |
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Then comes her quantum leap |
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She gets chased by the green sparrow |
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We met some old friends |
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Who mistook her for someone she wants to become |
