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Feather dances
Its on the table
Trees much thinner now
Iv'e painted some emotion
Just what and all I have
Come angels dear sweet paris
And fallen streets of gold
Iv'e hands so burdened
Yet not heavy enough
Grew to gather tether dances
I was not known for this
Can not come from this
Don't let it come to this
You stare afar
To feather shores
Where water is weather
And all is how it is
How come that night
With hope a buried coal
I felt that ebb and over
No shadows came behind me
Nothing overflowed
No one came within
