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We can find our own eyes under stones or leave them unturnedWe can be novice masons and make things
We can have concrete idols and plastic notions
We can see mountains drifting on southern winds
We can crawl under tables and investigate crumbs
We can feed our eyes shiny things and wipe our bums
We can make vows not to give in to the urge to rhyme silly things
We can walk around discs and arrive at forever
We can divide by four and make a cross
We can wield our faces and show them to strangers
We can forget how to tie our shoes and walk in puddles
We can open our mouths and have musical teeth
We can dance with books and take them home safely
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