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Stop making sense
Of things
I saw pylons stretch
To the East
I wasn’t sure at all
Why our love becomes
sorrow when we’re this free
When a firework of dogs
used to walk with me
Felt this warmth
Marching forth
Felt their warmth
Marching forth
We could be
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream