My grandfather's name was Moon
Because his eyes were bright and
Sitting around, no work today.
Try pacing to keep awake.
Laying around,
If you could change your days, arranging them in some
Artist : Bright Eyes
Title : A Perfect Sonnet
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The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light
Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily
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There's a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet
She carries baskets
'So long, everything' he shouted,
then he ran next door
the air was all dust and not so untamed
the ground
It is not the past few days,
That has made me
You take your clothes off right after school
The tea
Did you expect all to stop,
At the waive of your
Well I’m changing all my strings;
I’m gonna write another
you can make a plan,
carve it into stone,
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