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There's a curtain between us, me and you So what else could I do? but build it up till the red bricks stretch to the white clouds and you can't tell them apart. What happened to my people on the other side? What happened since we had to hide from their yacht club? Their towering windows from here to the shroud? and you can't tell it apart. I had to break the windowpane to build the wall Are they still standing tall in their gilded dust? My tongue was salted, cut, and disallowed and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the white clouds We are the bluebirds They are the red wall They are the black blur. and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the mighty They are the proud We are the ready They are the loud. and you can't tell us apart anymore.
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
Gilded Dust
There's a curtain between us, me and you So what else could I do? but build it up till the red bricks stretch to the white clouds and you can't tell them apart. What happened to my people on the other side? What happened since we had to hide from their yacht club? Their towering windows from here to the shroud? and you can't tell it apart. I had to break the windowpane to build the wall Are they still standing tall in their gilded dust? My tongue was salted, cut, and disallowed and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the white clouds We are the bluebirds They are the red wall They are the black blur. and you can't tell us apart anymore. We are the mighty They are the proud We are the ready They are the loud. and you can't tell us apart anymore.
EasonBrooks
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
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