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MAYFLY
The Burj Khalifa not the sun
Eclipses the moon
And Burj Arab not a dhow
Night sails to Iran
Nothing really is real
Yet it's still over
Nothing to distill
Nothing to mull over
Yet I wish you were here
An other to hold
A warmth my dear
When the nothing is cold
So I'll name all your names
A riot of kisses call your name
A roof top screaming
As if it was September
And there's nothing my dear
Nothing to hold onto
With this nothing to hold onto
I may fall I may fly
Eclipses the moon
And Burj Arab not a dhow
Night sails to Iran
Nothing really is real
Yet it's still over
Nothing to distill
Nothing to mull over
Yet I wish you were here
An other to hold
A warmth my dear
When the nothing is cold
So I'll name all your names
A riot of kisses call your name
A roof top screaming
As if it was September
And there's nothing my dear
Nothing to hold onto
With this nothing to hold onto
I may fall I may fly
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