It's roses and drops of green water
I'm lying and sighing in feilds of bad weather
Bright eyes are the moon, and it's glow doesn't shine
It's backwards and forwards, it hides from inside.
I wanted it pure, but I'm fighting off canons
Hoist sail to the rivers and wade through the shallows
It's the way we lie through the anythings and hide from the stars,
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