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barn's burnt down; now i can see the moon.

[masahide]

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there's rings on my fingers
there's songs in my bones
there's arms on my shoulders
in holes and in homes

there's a hand on my jawline
that turns me to see
the moon in the sky
where the barn used to be

and in that sweet blaze
where sparks lick and smoke blinds
i see over the pyre
what nobody finds

in my heart there's a catch
in my bones there's a might
in my hands there's a match
in my eyes there's just bright.