The caves of our mouths are forest darkness
And the air in between is overflowing
And the rushing wolverine flies past
His shiny, shiny teeth
And she is kind, and he is free and full of knowing
She is sure
She is sure
The caves of our mouths are bear’s bellies
And the air in between is spewing comets
And the dancing centaur queen flies past
Her
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