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Flowers are toys, Bees are old boysShe wears a dress like a song wears a voiceA terrible choice, A girl over boyThe boots of a man and the hooves of a horseIncarnate hour, Surgical charmHer eyebrows are just like the ink of a brushNeedles are thin and kept in a tinTime is a wind sweeping everything cleanLeft in the sun without its lid onThe texture is leached by the white of the sheetThe bed is unmade it's a wonderful dayThe curtains behave like the soul of a waveA house is deserted so nobody heardThe ring of a phone, it was starting to rainHer makeup was leaking She just didn't need itHer eyebrows are just link the ink of a brushThe texture explodes so deliciously slowThe curtains rejoice like the sea of a coastBow to the host, not to the toastGlasses that sing when you rub them with skinBack is across the cheek of a rockThings live below with stomach of stoneFlowers arrive they live in the likeThe base of a stone is a wonderful homeLetras de cancionesMountains are pure they're never unsureThey're rocks are so old that they haven't been soldShe told me a story 'bout how someone had hurt herHer freckly face was full of kindness and graceI love jumping rocks, it's one thing I gotI jump like a doe, I wish I wasn't aloneHelp me to find the time to be kindGive me a call I want to tell you it allNeedles are sly they hide from your eyesAll the buckets of blood from all the fingers and thumbsForests are free there's nothing they needI lie on the needles listening to its beetlesThe scent of the worm the coo of a birdThe creak of the wood everything as it shouldThe clack of my bones the thought of blood as it flowsThe tremulous heart as it falters and startsPieces of glass are no longer sharpBottles thrown into the sea long agoKids on the beach learning to drink Eventually tossed into the foam in the rocksHearing a new song for the very first timeIt started me sobbing like it pulled something from meListening to songs I used to when I was youngRemembering friends when we all hated our bedsWe giggle and croon, cackle and swoonKeeping each other close like sisters and brothersI've been missing the past ever since I was castAnd now that I'm oldNow that I'm oldI miss you 10,000-fold From Letras Mania