In our minds we drink mirrors
The colour of shoes i remember
The sea naked as philosophers the pretty house
Made of hair it’s my thrill
Of trills in operetta
There’s a dark moon tonight
We all experience a great sadness
From time after time
The moon pebble skims the sea
Nothing on earth moves except
The sun i only ever am
Cartoons on
The tv dead.
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