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Your Sweet

This song was created for Game of Bands round 142 : "Only One Instrument II"


I could hold the cup you hold
and the love you pour I’ll talk
break your sugar bones and crisp
sweep your sweat,

take your filth, take your disease
as as noting nothing, nowhere,
world is home, make me home.

You hold your stars high
is not nowhere I would not climb

You’re to serve the Lord
that’s what ma ma said, no long ago,
and I’d break my meager figs
while touching your fingertips

Do you know? There is also rain in Verdun.

Is a mask or your true self
I don’t even know that you know
I’d think is a complex
puzzle to be solved.


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