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memories of moonlight
Yellow dust on a bumble bee's wing, (lost and found)
Grey lights in a woman's asking eyes,
Red ruins in the sunset's changing embers: (it's a game for keeps)
I take you and pile high the memories.
Death will break her claws on some I keep. (and I'm not losing you)
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Let a joy keep you. (seeing you laugh)
Reach out your hands (dust in the air)
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