i'd turn the streets into trampolines
and bring the ocean to your knees
catch fireflies in broken glass jars
you are free
whenever you please
fly to me
and bring the sea
if you please
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a wink, your name carved in my tree
stacks of books, you can wear my broken glasses
i'd read to you sweet, with the ocean at our knees
a hundred birds on telephone wires
is best i know how to say, you make me feel
and maybe a windy day with the windows down.
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