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DEVENDRA BANHART
And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue is always occupied by the milk of the sun And each head on her head is fields of gold wheat Where I'm lying on my back, where I'm falling asleep And each lash in her eye is really white roots And each line in her skin is really red roots And the neck her head's on is a tunnel of dawn But darkness will come, darkness will come For sure, it's gonna come And the breast on her chest is where I take my rest Is where I have my fun, is where I have my fun And one long red nail that shots from her toe Is tickling my blood and shifting its flow And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes And each hole in her tongue is always occupied by the milk of the sun And I'm always late, always late And your black tulips of time And your black tulips of time And your hands rejoice in mine And that seed it grows all day And that seed it grows all night And our veins are intertwined
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