A song that'd say
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And eternal joys
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There, a wingbeat
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And hands brushing
The entrance and the exit
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And the slumbering peace
When suddenly everything tilts
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The screens we smash
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And those we crave
The private and the world
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Shop windows in pieces
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And the wind in the branches
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Old age pleading
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For someone around
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Passersby to tell it
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Dreams taking on water
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Stars burning
The private and the world
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Hands letting go
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The heart beating no more
Like on the first mornings
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The falls that insist
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The victories we snatch
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Then to be with your own
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Because everything spins out
Feeling everything collapse
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The song of certainties
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And your eyes in mine
The private and the world
The private and the world
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And eternal joys
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There, a wingbeat
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And hands brushing
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On the back seat