Friday, February 4, 2011

The sun is setting, hey,
I like to let it get dark in this room
I like to let it set

The seven day candle burns and burns

I saw the light,
I saw the light
And I felt so gleamed on and white
And I felt so permanently loud

And I've never felt
so still,
so dancing,
so free of clouds

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