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One Real Day Text and voice, Abbie Conant Music, William Osborne
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Was that you beneath my ear As I listened to your heart Ear on chest, timpani skin, Like a brood hen hatching her kind. Rushing waters beneath your ribs As you lay there in my arms, Fragile fountains out of your eyes Wet my pupils thirsty wells. Every breath breathing as one In that moment inside the sun, Grinning, mute, you took my hands As the prism shot out its hues. Rainbows splashed all over our skin As we entered a shimmering world, One real day surrounded by night On this planet among the stars.
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