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So I’ll send you my words
from the corners of my room
and though I write them by the light of day
please read them by the light of the moon
And I wish I could leave my bones and my skin
and float over the tired, tired sea
so that I could see you again
Maybe you would leave too
and we’d blindly pass each other
floating over the ocean blue
just to find the warm bed of our lover
