If I don't make it back from the city
Then it is only because I am drawn away
For you see
Evidently there's a dark storm come
And the chain on my swing is squeaking like a mouse
In a submersible I can hardly breathe
As it takes me inside, so the light sings
Answer me truthfully
Do the clouds kiss you
With meringue-coloured hair
I know they cannot
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