"Pareidolia"
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Fields of feeling and sand
Demons high in demand
Rubber bands
and the guitar plays the oceans
taking a swimming stand
Pareidolia
Pareidolia
Pareidolia
I want to hold ya
Flumes of fugacious truth
Rush the touches of youth
Old as holes
That the leavers loved down in us
Left me blue and imbue
Pareidolia
Pareidolia
Pareidolia
I want to hold ya
Petrichor, a once more
In a store of “I am yours”
Restrain the rain
And shower with your flowers
Don’t read the signs, see the doors
Pareidolia
Pareidolia
Pareidolia
I want to hold ya
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