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| Burning Suns take a word and make it what it's never been before: bird. valley. burn. dot. one. slide. take a verb and give it life, then watch it grow - wheat's growth before the seed turns into gold. make a mill spin its huge arms until the evil in the world is gone. paint the sky blue and when it rains let me drink your warm dewdrops. learn to talk the language of flowers and kissing irises, stretching wings to fly away home or walk upon water, the field of stars, the paths of souls. be a burning light even if the sun will burn out. someday may never be. trembling discoveries. and i - i that you don't yet percieve - I will hang smiles upon your lips unmistakenly day and night. i'll reduce out of reach to silence and i'll make you mine. |
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