My love is a window
That looks from air to air
My love is deep as August,
Tender as despair
A throng of birds above us
A belly full of dreams
The moment where a magic trick's
Exactly what it seems
Still within the whirlwind
Infinity's embraced
Whatever you expected
Is swept up and erased
She is resting where the waters
Flow separately to one
I'll find her where the fire
Goes out to meet the sun
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