They sat together like that, two old-boned birds
on the edge of a wishing well,
wondering when the other would fall asleep on all the
years of park bench they had known as a four-armed
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Bit of mystery I find in this, and certain intrigue, perhaps like an inside joke might be to an outsider. The tones and phonemes resound quite musically in a pretty little way. Though I don't understand the four-arm reference, ice cream blankets, or the connection between love and death. But I've never been the brightest bulb in the bunch so it must be something I am overlooking. Great melody, this.
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Bit of mystery I find in this, and certain intrigue, perhaps like an inside joke might be to an outsider. The tones and phonemes resound quite musically in a pretty little way. Though I don't understand the four-arm reference, ice cream blankets, or the connection between love and death. But I've never been the brightest bulb in the bunch so it must be something I am overlooking. Great melody, this.