Sing

I don’t want to be sad again/ the sea thought/ so the moon took its grief-stricken tides / and wrapped them up in its craters / safe and snug / if we were both people / it thought / I would give you eskimo kisses until your nose was rubbed raw / I would plant you a million trees / and in each one of them / carve a way back home / to my arms.

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