.Ah, dead feathers, tied to a dreamcatcher>That hangs down from a midwest moon
As smoke rolls, out of the windows
Of my heart into the sky
Where falling stars disappear>
It's an old, lonely city
We brush our teeth to the sound of sirens
An illusion of safety
A harpsichord o.
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