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The moon spilled over in your paper cup, a drink to all the tides 'keeper calls time to settle up, we'll pay him for the time Thumbnail hangs from the fingertip, you're grasping at the lights The sun-drunk stupor bought a broken truck We'll blame it on the oak-burned barrels Full of only the good stuff, you already know the joke Curved road turns to a verdant trough, I'll race you to the top Comet comes over just as you broke through Alighting on your eye Sky turned dark just as we came to; a glass without a lime Swinging our legs out over the dune, together passing time If dawn's the precipice, we slip For now we are the night When do you know you've had enough? But you carry on, Eukaryote
From Letras Mania