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I dreamt I was a bird
Soaring above the valley
And you were down below
With bow and arrow

You shot me in the wing
I didn't see it coming
You watched me slowly fall
And claimed my body

Dreams are so fucked up
Even the really good ones
He dreamt of her each night
For over two years
And he wonders
Would it be such a bad thing to be finished with living?
Surrounded by idyllic visions
Perfect sculptures of the ones he has loved

Everyone preserves a myth
Guards it like a bone
You see it in your lover's eyes
But never in your own
I cannot say with certainty
What a way to siege
But I'd be happy frolicking
With seagulls on a beach

There is a magic on this earth
In cats and clouds and cars
For everything that you call “real”
Was once the dust of stars
Yeah you have been a river rock
And a drop of rain
And with any bit of luck
You'll be those things again

Are you in love with your life or a dream
Or just overwhelmed
Wondering what this could possibly mean?

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