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The list exists
But it's a kind of magic ration book
I'd rather take you for a look at the river
From the top of the plane trees
Among the black squirrels
Feel my way across a dark room with you
Rather than draw squares in the sand
For you to fill with pebbles

When you settle your fingers lightly on my strings
I didn't know my own harmonics, right?
But before I get to the back of the magazine
The weather in this room
The brick that came in from the rain
Refuses to go back on the curb

I can write it down and take you for fish
Even if you puff up like a style section
A dozen activities to blow off
I'll still go to the gym and run harder than
I thought was beginning to make me a type
Of place to change clothes
And no detective to break up the party

1. Make everyone on earth cry and laugh at least once
2. Be a voice that makes those who hear it
Know how to read 3. Live here and a ways out
4. Turn open the taps and climb in the deep end
Get close to you and dance

Some of this sweetness
Is immodest, thank goodness!
It's so boring among the people who know too much
About how to run the language let's just
Walk around the corner for bacon
Before the last of the blossoms have hit the dirt
Come get into bed and tell me a story