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Blackbirds flying backwards on the wind

Filling sails of sailing boats

That won’t sail home again

Four and twenty wings upon the night

Somewhere a lover sings a song with no reply

Fireflies on fire in Mason jars

You hung them from the trees

And pretended they were stars

A thousand little lights all in your eyes

But in the morning, all those little lights had died

And now the phantom blood of memory

Fills the vessel of your pale white cheek

But is the apple of your cloudy eye

The one you sent away or the one you left behind?

He walked you down the lane and back again

Underneath the garden wall

You buried soldiers made of tin

And though the other boys were all so cruel

He was the one that you played for a fool

Minutes made of moments, days of hours

They covered him in chains

And they locked him in a tower

But in the dead of night, he’d coax the dove

To deliver you a gentle song of love

And now the phantom blood of memory

Fills the vessel of your pale white cheek

But is the apple of your cloudy eye

The one you sent away or the one you left behind?

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