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crayon blue caught in the rain with youcircling puddles and jumping kerbs and so full of yousleeping through thunder, late lunch and fluwaking up wishing I had a handful of truth for youwishing I weren't all secrets and clues to youstrange little chaotic spirals of black and whitenowhere to start or to endstood on my head and looked down at the skyall trilling toes and a ditsy orbit of starsyou were my beautiful looking-glassand I your cartoon heartworn unscrewed playing at puzzle gluefitting these pieces together into the shape of youyou'd see through all of my peacock moves anywayhow can I make this short cut seem long to you?how can I make these old lines sound new to you?ditchwater leftoverstoo many shades of greyonly three colours to choose From Letras Mania