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i have no arms that would reach in a way
and i have no hands that would shapeth the clay
but i know that there’s something
that you’re just about to say
it’s as though there’s nothing left
to say

i have no arms that were cut from the cloth
and i know the lines that would break in your arms
but i know that there’s something
and it’s just beyond my worth
it’s as though there’s nothing left
to say

sugar and introspection
it's all we are
sugar and introspection
all we are
is here

i have no arms that would reach in a way
and i have no hands that would shapeth the clay
but i know that there’s something
and you're just beyond my reach
still, i hope there's something left
for me
i hope that there's something left
for me

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WINDMILLS Champaign, Illinois

someone buried a melody in this unspeakable racket. someone buried an unspeakable racket in this melody.
m.y. + n.g. + n.y.= windmills

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