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Loom

specter of me reflected I want a monument of a friendship That we never had erected I wanted to take up lots of room, I wanted to loom You always got

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means

above the street And then I turn my head for you're approachin' me Moonlight on the water Fisherman's daughter Driftin' in to my room With a golden loom

Fatima, give her the world You see my friend life is a loom so you keep smiling like me Oh is this where you get off? 25 bugs please Life is a loom

above the street And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me. Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room With a golden loom

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means

Call me a coward, it's so fitting. I flee from open doors. They are creaking, cracking open, and I will never escape them all. I will proceed in fear

Lately I've been staring at the clouds, alive with beauty. Reflecting all that I live, and I can't help but wonder, When will they fade away? Fearing

Tiny spheres float in fragile fashion on fluid surfaces like time capsules of all ages and spacious intervals. All days and months and years, they hold