55 lines
1.4 KiB
Plaintext
55 lines
1.4 KiB
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Get a little closer, let fold
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Cut open my sternum and pull
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My little ribs around you
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The rungs of me be under, under you
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I'll take the South pockets gladly
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Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
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To peer over and not forget what feet are
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Splitting threads of thunder over me
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But I might see with my chest and sink
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Into the edges round you
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Into the lakes and quarries that brink
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On all the edges round you, round you, round you
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Get a little closer, let fold
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Cut open my sternum and pull
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My little ribs around you
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Through arms that may be crowns over you
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Get a little closer, let fold
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Cut open my sternum and pull
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My little ribs around you
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Though arms that may be under, under you
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I'll take the South pockets likely
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Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
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To peer over and not forget what feet are
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Splitting threads of thunder over me
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Listen closely, closely to the floor
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Emitting all its graces through the pores
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You make a fine shrine in me
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You'll build a fine shrine in me
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But I must see with my chest and sink
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Into the edges round you
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Into the lakes and quarries that brink
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On all the edges round you, round you, round you
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Get a little closer, let fold
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Cut open my sternum and pull
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My little ribs around you
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Through arms that may be crowns over you
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Get a little closer, let fold
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Cut open my sternum and pull
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My little ribs around you
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Through arms that may be under, under you
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________________
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Name Fineshrine
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Artist Purity Ring
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Album Shrines
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