Sugarcane in the easy morning.
Weathervanes, my one and lonely
The ink is running toward the page
It's chasing off the days
Look back at both feet and that
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me
Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down.- ♪
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