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Elysian Fields
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If I was a fly, on a frog, in the sky, on a pad
On a lake of olden
Days I would count
Days I would grow
Days I would call for mother
Starve the night
Hope for light
Brother and I
How heavy our eyelids
Cold in the sun
Itâs cold in the sun
We canât undo what has been done
Even now, scratches soft
The traps in my head
And the roof lifts off
Off with their heads
Canât stay in bed
Sick of counting cars
Is she never coming home
For her babies
Ghosts of no
Fragments show
Hunted by the creek in Burke, Virginia
I want to be touched
I want to be moved
I want to be felt and feeling
Hereâs where Iâll die
Here is where Iâll die
Wonât you help me
To reach the sky
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