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now run run my child
thru the realms of the stars
how would we

hand me this
go back
take this

do some work
but the night is low, mom
that's nothing.
we need to...
how would we...
perhaps
a little bit
like...

the thunder is coming, mom
the trees are moving
how would we ever ever get back?

yes i could go like this
but how do we
now what is this
what happened to this

i would rather go like
this tiny dance
in the stars
this warm elf
while we end with...

oh how could we not choose
to be with these people instead
now look mom
there's this storm

these letters
now look mom
how
could you