look at me like a stump of a smashed candle
or a lopsided tomb or a fool
or a lopsided tomb or a fool
see me like the grapes in the valley
or a treetop touched by the sun or a flying bird
i wanted to give you a pocket of moonlight
sounds of water rubbing on pebbles
i'll listen to you but i won't judge
follow you but not imitate your grace
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