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All trees are oaks
All birds are blue
In the mountains of a magnet
Are the mountains of you
I'm proud of my genius just like a painter
And dumb like a poet I think I can
I think I can
Just say it from the throats
From the throats of our wrists
With full sets of teeth
Vanilla almond teeth from vanilla almond tea
Spent afternoons, spent afternoons
Measuring time in spoons
Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things
That don't get old, that don't get old
But between one june and september
You're all I remember
I'm a lantern, my head a moon
I married a room
I married a room
All trees are oaks
And all birds are blue, ach du
What's 80 miles in canada or 18 years in the mountains?
Time, time
A southern run for a late longing to drink
Where all trees are oaks and all birds are blue, ach du
Where all trees are oaks
And all birds are blue
I do thought everyone was you
Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things
That don't get old, don't get old
But between one june and september
You're all i remember
But i'm a lantern, my head a moon
I married a room
I married a room
Forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things that don't get old, don't get old
(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
But between one june and september
you're all I remember
(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
But I'm a lantern, my head a moon
I married a room
(Forget-me-nots and marigolds)
I'll keep my hands in order
And what about the air, lying awake
And what about the air, the air, lying awake
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