When you make that face, when you paint a smile I will fall from grace I won’t wait a while and the evening comes, a fiesta moon we will watch the dove fly into his doom. They will make us stare they won’t let us sing we must decide for ourselves rejoicings we can bring in a delicate shout. Along your soul’s canals a lazy hummingbird sings and you cannot hear anything.
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