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What the water wants is hurricanes,
and sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss,
and land to run into and back.

I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
reminding me to know I’m glad
that I have a bottle filled with my own teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.

And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit,
she has black hair and small hands.
And I have a kettledrum,
I’ll hit th earth with you.

And I will crochet you a hat.

And I have a red kite;
I’ll put you right in it.

I’ll show you the sky.

—Sufjan Stevens

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