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“Little One”

“Night rise
Like the evening prize
In a turnstile backwards we fly

Cold bones
Tied together by
Black ropes we pulled from a swing

Little one
Just a little way
Today all of the dreams are waking

Can’t stand on crooked legs
I’m cross-eyed to the wall
Will these harbor lights
Satellites”

-Beck, “Little One” Sea Change

 

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