a dove settled on the sill and I called my cat love if looks could kill and that was that the glass of the windowpane and away she flew over the grass glistenin' in the rain and on out of view over the buildings stone (w)rote cages where people live over the gilded old outrages that we can't forgive the moon hangin' in the sky like a copper pan a tune welling in her eye goin' through Cheyenne the wing of an aeroplane and away she flew to sing searing in her brain your point of view over the mountains changing seasons and the falling leaves long ago countin' damn good reasons colors she believes the phone ringin' off the hook like a magic wand my own let me take a look in the polluted pond escapes aren't all that bad and away she threw the tapes and any chance she had of returning to over the heartache lucid dreaming of the lost way out and if we are awake who's that screaming what it's all about
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