you are a glider
(don't need no one to fly)
you are an astronaut
(make me believe in the sky)
you are a box of matches
(tell me what i see)
you are a bouquet
(bring the sun's beauty to me)
you know,
none of that's right
because you are a metaphor for something
something good and beautiful and free
but i don't know what it is,
darling, i just can't figure you out.
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this is one of your best.
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