| I wrote a letter to a wildflower
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| On a classic nitrogen afternoon
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| Some power that hardly looked like power
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| Said I’m only perfect in an empty room
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| Four dogs in the distance
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| Each stands for a kindness
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| Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar
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| I’m gonna shine out in the wild silence
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| I’m gonna shine out in the wild silence
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| I’m gonna shine out in the wild silence
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| And spurn the sin of giving in
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| Oil paintings of x-rated picnics
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| Behind the walls of medication I’m free
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| Every leaf in a compact mirror
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| Hits a target that we can’t see
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| Grass grows in the icebox
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| The year ends in the next room
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| It is autumn and my camouflage is dying
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| Instead of time there will be lateness
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| Instead of time there will be lateness
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| Instead of time there will be lateness
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| And let forever be delayed
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| I dyed my hair in a motel void
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| Met the coroner at the Dreamgate Frontier
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| He took my hand, said «I'll help you, boy
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| If you really want to disappear»
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| Four dogs in the distance
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| Each stands for a kindness
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| Bluebirds lodged in an evergreen altar
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| I’m gonna shine out in the wild kindness
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| I’m gonna shine out in the wild kindness
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| I’m gonna shine out in the wild kindness
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| And hold the world to its word |