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Don't mind the stars, or the madrigals,
Just watch the white wall and listen,
Wait for the bell to ring in the end,
Until the sun bursts through the ceiling.
Out the open windows and through the glass doors,
Ignore your cuts and your brittle bones,
Let the butterflies lead the way,
To the courtyard,
To your love.
Don't mind me.
I was never here.
Don't mind the stars, swim to the black holes,
Crawl up the white walls and listen,
Let the bell toll to the beating of your heart,
Then burst through the ceiling.
Swim through the frames, little glass doll,
And merge with the pastoral,
Let the clockwork butterflies lead the way,
To the courtyard,
To the machine.
Don't mind me.
I was never here.
Don't mind me.
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