I’ll be sending you a postcard from everywhere
But you might not receive anything at all.
Wrote you constantly
I’m just another dancing gypsy?
You’re my miracle bird, my abstract dancer.
And pack your gear
We’re going off to war
Beneath the wilderness
A battle in these tents
At the end
They say
You gotta
Let it go
Cause
Time will
Kill me yet
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