Hands like spilled milk
Too cold and far too bruised.
I can say its fine if you want me to,
I've got the oldest eyes you've ever seen on a
Child like me.
But that wont stop you from doing what you can
To keep the fireflies in.
Its not that I object, I just don't
Think you can.
From the outside looking in,
There was nothing that we couldn't have been.
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