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You, me, and all the kings and queens

Buried in the junkyard,

And every time the herald Cherub sings

We rattle with the car parts

I was born to lie here patiently

Be dragged on by the black star

And you were told to glow majestically

And love until your hands bleed

You stole your mother's whitest gown

Swallowed like a sunbeam

And I stole your father's crusted crown

It shook us like a bad dream

They warned to lie impatiently

Waiting for the big swing

And you were more than dressing for a feast

Eat until your teeth bleed

Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you

You look painfully true

But I saw you cry

Like you used to laugh

When you looked around 

Were you looking back

At a lonely love

As to sprouting beans

No one's quite as bloom

As they play to be

I would love to stay

But my work is through

I'm the truest song

That was never true












		
			



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