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Mar 14, 2007 19:09

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estherikabonbon March 15 2007, 17:34:07 UTC
In the fireplace, there's a secret. A letter you threw away.
In the cinders, there are words that I'll never hear you say.
You said I was a runner, and you ran away from me.
And I kept on writing and drying my eyes.
I said eventurally, I'll settle down,
And I'll be responsible and I'll be a man.
I was pretending to be all that I can.

Lights in the distance, kites in position,
This will be everything to me,
and I will be sentimental, I will be kind,
And I will be everything you told me to be.

And I will, I will, I will return to Ontario.
But first I must sleep, first I must breathe,
Air from another home.

-Concrete Cavalier - Kites

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