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the first step (to    one two three life)         is this place      looking back at the red cliffs and remembering our jump              so many months ago (it                 feels like a second and                          then twenty years)        in its footsteps (dreams win             all the races), we find I'll           carry you will carry                    me and leave now                from the rearview, roaming                        to wonder when                     nothing can                             find the way                   your laughter conjures                        my smile                                                         (rally around                                        shared heart) glitter in the light we'll             give birth to pouring        warm wax                                                fire inside                   eyes ringing like              xylophone bars while                               we remember where                      these times find us (and                             why the only nightmare is                                    waking up)
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
Xylophone Fire
the first step (to    one two three life)         is this place      looking back at the red cliffs and remembering our jump              so many months ago (it                 feels like a second and                          then twenty years)        in its footsteps (dreams win             all the races), we find I'll           carry you will carry                    me and leave now                from the rearview, roaming                        to wonder when                     nothing can                             find the way                   your laughter conjures                        my smile                                                         (rally around                                        shared heart) glitter in the light we'll             give birth to pouring        warm wax                                                fire inside                   eyes ringing like              xylophone bars while                               we remember where                      these times find us (and                             why the only nightmare is                                    waking up)
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
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