The orchid on the windowsill
Is drowning in the Sun
The starling sings a warbled song
The way it's always done
My feet are on the hardwood
My hands are in the sink
My head is swallowed by the sky
If not for gravity
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I'd float away
So high
You'd never see me cry
I'd turn right in to dust
A star that almost was