I'm travelling a steam train due North.
And wondering how we split the stars.
But at the moment I am not supposed to worry about blank canvasses or shielded surroundings,
Because I am sublime individuality.
And I swear that the sea sings Spanish melodies
Somewhere deep in her tide.
All I know is that the world is changing and colors are beginning to collide.
And we better ease this evening with small sweet tidings
Because maybe you could remind me or point to me our stars.
Because I am sick and tired of powdering my face,
To sit in the pantry all night.
Sunday, June 29 2014
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