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Long ago I kissed her skull Sunbleached and beautiful Slick-wet with diesel fuel We'll watch the midnight movie Painted with the sky Bleeding white butterflies After surfacing from the mirror (where rabbits lead us) Women shaking death from his hair I swear, the wind sounded like spirits voicing all the things that tortured them (when they were men) the fire light was an offering to the gods that runs thru the bark of the trees I believe, like the sky above me we won't live to see it end now lets pretend that it could have been (any other way) long and slow I kissed her skull sunbleached and beautiful slick-wet with diesel fuel we'll watch the midnight movie painted with the sky bleeding white butterflies older ghosts than you and me listen to the whispering Letras de cancioneswhisper to the listening old grey ghost and i whisper to the listening sky, by the gods above us we wont live to see it end, now lets not pretend that it could have been (any other way) bleeding white butterflies lond and slow I kissed her skull From Letras Mania