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Nov 2018
It's early morning here
The night was long
And now gone
I'm sitting here listening to you
Make believe in dreams
We are the same as we used to be

Sister' listen
To the way
The stars collide
Sounds like a melodious
Triumph
Made of cotton and sour
Candy

You make me feel
Like a stubborn
Other
Reeling toward a present
That I just don't know
If I'm going to trust

How can I make me
Take that step
Feat that leap
To make me believe

Yellow moon
Crystal clouds
Sincere stream
Is not
The sway
Written by
Mitchell
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