[Verse 1]
Dry June's [?] of a jumping [?]
From the nape of the neck he made his descent
They watched men hurl from rock to sea
Like sternum to button, lined with [?] in between

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Your foothills
Your warmth

[Verse 2]
Iris swims quietly beside me
Oh the leaves and larger weeds sway and spread themselves beneath
Blue dragonflies dart to and fro
I tied my life to your balloon and let it go

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