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no tears except in wings
as she sails away under a blanket eye
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden
to nestle and rest;
in oceans she will disappear.
not a drop,
not a drop dear Lord
poured to you;
the scales are balanced unevenly.
These are my maps I’m making her.
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden
to nestle and rest;
in oceans she will disappear.
not a drop,
not a drop dear Lord
poured to you;
the scales are balanced unevenly.
These are my maps I’m making her.
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