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I fell asleep in your beautiful dream, one sister to another
Don’t ask the moon before you hear it from me
How can you call upon the mother of the sun?
I want to hear you speak, I want to only believe
How maybe we’re so free but tell me what you mean, tell me what you seek
Look at the mirror you become, in the presence of the one
Pale blue refrain I hear the mourning dove
It’s coming through my love. I hear the mourning dove
You won’t be bound or be allowed to conceal
The new shapes in the cup of tea
The cold smoke and the yarrow leaves
I know my baby wants to read them to me
Don’t you wanna wash away? Every little thing we say, maybe
Written in another language or maybe, no one can begin to say
I see the vision and become in the presence of the one
Through the wind and the rain I hear the mourning dove
So clear my love
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Object Permanence
03:03
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How I want to be together
How is the mind so like a feather?
That the constitution has revealed itself
So stronger winds will dry these ancient ways, whatever
How I try to be so feather light
Object permanence, a sign of the time
Always and ever, the truth will be measured in time, in light or in the eye
No more magnetic fields, who can tell you what is real?
The hand that heals you plucks your eye
Motionless, far from it, what have we learned from it
What have we learned from it now?
Object permanence, a time of the sign
Always and ever, the truth can be measured in time
In light, or in the eye
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Management
02:29
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If no one told you about it, you could not always believe it
It now collapses and how you know it
Returns to light returns some way. Return to light today
Try to remember it, nothing is effortless
Try to imagine that, nothing is obvious
Try to remind me that, words come through management
I know that you know to see but there is a greed to me
Warm things are different, and nothing is effortless
All things agree to be, all things agree to me, you’ll see
There is a greed you'll see
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In cold you slow the matter, put fingers to the temple
Oh and how you travel, believing that your movement is a lie, I believe in
My how we unravel in the presence of that mantle
Most of all that matters fits between the blinking of an eye
I believe in, believing
A cold hand becomes the master, where once was only water
Stole the people’s talk there, I have seen your tracks here in time
I believe in, believing
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Night Garden
02:06
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Private Eye
04:54
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When the colour’s gone in the future time
With a shaking hand you can hold a light
You can shine a light when the colour’s gone
But there is no guide for the future time
Private eye
In the beautiful war I was merely deformed
Of a single mind, was it you I was trying to find?
On a paper moon in the summer, I can feel your heat
In the summer time on a paper moon, down in the street, a private eye
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Deeper Shade
03:41
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I asked the wind for the gift of you but was greeted by a dumb design
Don't raise a hand to a beaten dog, merely show it an unkind eye
In tempered glass is a slight of hand and a look of the eye
How in spoken light I believe in a colour of another kind
I can see a deeper shade, I know there’s a deeper shade in you
The running window glass is a gift of time
As cruel as the hand you know, there was no path before you
I thought of hands the driest flowers distilled replies
Now before my eyes I see the colour of another time
I can see a deeper shade, I know there’s a deeper shade with you
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What Kind Of Light
04:14
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Secret Of Mana
02:18
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In tempered glass, is a trick of time
As cruel as any hand, there is no path
In spoken light the dreamer pretends here
To be as a friend, or to walk in the river
I thought of your hands, a change in the sea
Where nothing remains but a constancy
Now we are forced to carry, the marks they will be here still
Root like a willow branch, I belong to you
Now there's no choice to carry, the marks they will be here still
The secret of mana
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Jon Mckiel Baie Verte, New Brunswick
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