because trees can fly

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i don't want to watch my heart grow old
i don't want to sit on the dark side of the moon
i don't want to walk through broken glass,
anymore.

no.

you walked into my heart, velvet-footed
i was tongue-tied and you, too bright but eclipsed
playing hide and seek with a moon and some stars.

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