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a
blue truth
(Sunday early)
somebody's home is a first thing fire
sun picking its way through branches
we're in this stand of fuel
all meaning what a leaf might turned
somebody's wings set the air abuzz
wind gets away in your hair
things show themselves in a certain light
otherwise you wouldn't see
somebody's song is one chord shy
lyrics are lost to the track
sometimes, eyes up, we speak
of the trees as if they were ours
when we are such
a long way down
stunning shot and the last two stanzas are perfect
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