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Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes.
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes.
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain.
I don't mind the sun sometimes,
The images it shows.
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies.
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes.
