The Streets Are Fields That Never Die

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Just Peachy Cartoon

You held us that night
in silver arms

A web of silver
moving like a snake

It's warm here and
it's dry

but things are moving
on their own

Some power pushes this
into that

And we can only wonder

The gods here carry thunder
and judge things as they wish

But none can really understand
what spell makes them real

Aquabird

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