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from the top of the flight
of the wide, white stairs
there's a bell in my ears
say my name in the morning,
so i know when the wave breaks
i will swallow your sadness
and eat your cold clay
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there's a light in the wings
little white dove
made with love,
made with love,
made with glue,
and a glove and
some pliers
settle down my desire
we deserve to know the light
and grow evermore
lighter and lighter

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