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The interview where you spoke To the bleach in the stone You should have brought some tea Outside where the light Coats us in marzipan In pools of breast milk I had to bury my daughter today And I can't think about it too much You see a buck from the sky Trample a wandering doe You see a buck from the sky Trample a wandering doe I am down to the beach Smoke condensed from telling stories Strolling through the neighborhood Clanking steel and discolored Because you made a truce of rubber Because you made a truce of rubber Because you made a truce of rubber Because you made a truce of rubber You see a buck from the sky Trample a wandering doe You see a buck from the sky Trample a wandering doe Abiding in the unborn is symmetry And that one is always the refuge Abiding in the unborn is symmetry And that one is always the refuge You see a buck from the sky Trample a wandering doe Yeah |