My tongue has flown to the moon
Today I have no more songs to sing. 

My head  a dandelion gone to seed,
thoughts scattered on the wind. 

My body a piece of volcanic glass,
I could shatter with an atmospheric change. 

In the other room a blank canvas stares at me,
looking for hours no faces appear. 

My tongue has flown to the moon
Today I have no more songs to sing.

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