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A Silver FoxFirst step shine like a silver foxThen light as feathers from a phoenix swing That falls to the ground that I... with quick... It's so... you warm my back 'cause I try to leave this town behind There are fox fur and feathers all over the suburbs And fabric with voices on my mind The voice have cut a lung in your back And consonants are glazed along the wet line of The wet line your eye ... into the sky! |