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have a seat upon this branch of mine
its been a while honey i think i feel fine
i see the question mark a top your spine
ive got a ladder honey wont you let me climb
tell me all about your foreign wars
and all about the photographs that line your drawers
cause i know a lot about closing doors
but not enough about what opens up yours
oh my my
oh my stars
everything you see is ours
or it could be if you would try
i wish you would
i wish you might
if everything you've said to me has been true
then all my stars are leading me to you
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