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I’m so afraid of mistakes that I madeTaking every time that I wakeI feel like a hard-boiled butter manSo give me a time when the countries will lie on the storyline if kind Are days are made since the first pageI’ve lived every line that you wroteTake me down, take me down, from the shelf

Heavy hung the canopy of blueShade my eyes and I can see youWhite is the light that shines through the dress that you woreShe lay in the shadow of the waveHazy were the visions of her playingSunlight on her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytimeGreen is the colour of her kindQuickness of the eye

We smile and smileWe smile and smileLaughter echoes in your eyesWe climb and climbWe climb and climbFootfall softly in the pinesWe cry and cryWe cry and crySadness passes in a whileWe role and roleWe role and roleHelp me role away the stone

In a churchyard by a river,Lazing in the haze of midday,Laughing in the grasses and the graze.Yellow bird, you are alone in singing and in flying on,In and in leaving. Willow weeping in the water,Waving to the river daughters,Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the

The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very highThe ravens all are watching from a vantage point near byApprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spineWill the tightrope reach the end; will the final cuplet rhymeAnd it’s high timeCymbalineIt’s high timeCymbalinePlease wake me Butterfly with broken wings is falling by