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'tis Sunday again the 17th this time
And Saint Patrick's Day incidentally
Under the half Moon Waxing
Waxing
That's not me you see Not all of me
That's one half of Us shining a bowtie
That's for you the brightside the mania
the sky
The brightside you see Is for you, lake, sea
Whatever you make of it this, sequin, green
Reflections on a half Moon's mirror Shining
Shining
Stars Stars Woven Stars
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars Spinning
Spinning
Stars floating floating
Stars falling falling stars
Falling all over themselves to go
Swimming
Swimming
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