Migration to a town where
Tree swallows houses
Migration to a town where
Tree, swallows, houses
Like a match you've started
We're all aging doubles.
We sing,
We danced,
Shoes on shoes
To the sound of the spinning machine.
And we slept arm-in-arm,
So soundly ignoring the outside
Sounds of the ongoing horrible scene.
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