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empty trees with empty branches                       lonely horses on lonely ranches                           why do they run in circles, love?                       lives like that reminiscent of -- sweaters stained with false regret the tears of those with oxygen debt they can't breathe, so they choose to sleep             they can't breathe, they're in too deep you and i are made of stars we lie above where dragons fly    &#