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I got a magic clipper
its made of bags of streets and pearls
you got the brownest eyes
nature ever dealt
i can swim
you can tell
see saw see saw see saw row
a hundred little steps we take
and then we get to where we made
like a lot of life
one word
its our world
come home
run home
one home
one whirl
ninety nine
a hundred times
flaky seers
its all in the rags
turned out for better sense
wishes never
fortunes soaring
wise open
so light
soft about worry
shadows calling
every morning
ever easy
leafs are falling
dusty window
lofty sun rise
take my hand and sail with me
in the cackles
of the torn net
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