the sun sits
barefoot in the april snow
picks up flames and learns the geometry
of wing and turn and spiral
a table on the moon
wears the highway for perfume
the sun is no bigger -i swear-
than your bare feet in the april snow
the sun sits
barefoot in the april snow
picks up flames and learns the geometry
of wing and turn and spiral
a table on the moon
wears the highway for perfume
the sun is no bigger -i swear-
than your bare feet in the april snow
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