The Sweet Flee
for the love of loving
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you’re a beautiful and violent word
with the skinny neck of a chinese bird
in a fading ancient painting
and if you’re in heaven waiting
you made it there fighting
the tightest kite string
in a bad storm with lightningand now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you offThese few Presidents - Why
