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no wait / we can still fix this / harvest moon we’ll hold / the golden / sickle / of its searching iris dilate / its dulling sword of pupil let / light meet itself / in darkness / yes / in silence wait / no don’t break / we can still fix this / we’re only retuning / string instruments of fate / we’ll bring our tigers / to the brink / of extinction we’ll / plant our white chrysanthe– / –mum we’ll / reap that which we sow / that which we owe / we owe for / ever / waiting / look here / here’s a falling star / we don’t have to believe / to make a wish