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I look at your face

Stolen from Minerva herself

Eyes that pull at my soul

It feels like fistfights

And running down rain-slick streets

Pounding feet in an uproar pub

Sleeping in the arms of a cut tree

Rings upon rings and us inside them all

It makes me want to scour the earth

And bring you the brightest most fantastic

Sunrises

To sit with you through devastating sunsets

Because another day has passed

Yet hope for all we can recieve

This early morning web we walk

Like diamonds in dew

Waiting for the string to slip

Looking for nothing new