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i hate the way i cannot see
all of the spaces between the trees
so i take a photograph and try to make it work
but every memory is just a circle drawn in the dirt

i love the way you hug the sea
i love the way your shirt fits me
so i'll write a letter and hope to see you soon
but everything is black and white if you look at the moon

i watched the day break on your back
i felt the sway of hips and math
cause when you move the world becomes your room
and you paint it the colors of my heart

i found a way to pass the time
i found a way to ease my mind
i look at the sky and i'll try to understand
that the moon can tell you more than any man

you can't win

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