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It's a long week of trying to form you
It's a long week of trying to put words into you
Each day merging and I feel your presence
I question you all week long
As the days beat at me
The letter present
Sits unfinish
Corner into me
Corners, corners
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At work
I see one eye over the edge of the page
It says
My one talks to your one
And it pulls you hard away from the page
So many dreams haunt us
As I try to catch you, as we are broken from each other
But still the day spreads
The morning is thank you
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But still the day spreads
The morning is thank you
And the form slowly grows warm
Out of the corner of the blanket
In the dream your face was
Painted blue, green and cold
Now it is only washed
With the white shade of sleep
White shade of sleep
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Letter to the heart
You ask for birth
But present no substance
Still you have a promise of tone and ring
The trick is to forget the hint of what's coming
And also to get in
It's a long long long
It's a long long long long long long
It's a long long long
It's a long long long
Long long long
It's a long long long
It's a long long long long long long
White shade of sleep