Winds
If this was the final blink
And we exploded with laughter
Do we become a sun in another galaxy?
Cos everyone else wants to say enough
Sit here with me
Where rat racers are too busy to stare
I have cheeks for shy giggles
Like you have hair for flowers
Plant as many on mine as I do on yours
I'll sing the language of birds
Just to keep you glowing
We are what remains
After the wind stops to catch a breath
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