Cloud Rat - Rosemary

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I have made a little promise
It’s the light, the shoulder blades too sharp to touch
I put on my best clothes and spin around and around
I draw his image in the dirt in my bed
Not far away, but too far to touch
To feel your final fever;
To measure every gain and every loss;
Reaping what you sow; so what?
You will ride separate rails to the end