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| I want to unscrew the moon And replace the yellow tungsten bulb In your ceiling So you could lie in is pale light. I want to gather the stars And scatter them across your floor So you could feel what it is to walk on air, Just as I walk on air when I'm with you I want to take the bright blue pigment From the sky and paint your room So you would always be calm I would like to make all the clouds Into a single cottony ball A pillow for your head. I want to read you a poem That will melt your heart so thoroughly; I will spread it on my toast for breakfast. |
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