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you're green as Hills, not Bianco Hills
the Hills of Beverly it's not
not why, not how, oh why,
you are not wild
are you tame, were you tamed
i sense the free, the free in the dom
against the stream
they found your trim
i'd want you to stay here by me
di da da da, da di da da
di da di di da di di da
red as the point lost in blank space
what would i want you to look for?
i know it's far, my mind is far
all i'd wish for you to get close
we animals, we asteroids
we won't crash or feast on ourselves
(...i'd wish for you to beat me
step on me, spit on me, take all you'd need right outta me
if you make me cry maybe i'll feel free...)
the night is there
the crescent moon
who will be there
to watch it bloom
sentient the prey
cocooned in web
it's up to them
to make it
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