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Purity Ring

I left on the light of the room
As it was from the still of the room
I left on the light in the room
Was so close from the smell of perfume

Oh my sweet fairy a palace distraught
Touch not my bosom for I not get far

Color your carton defeating your dreams of me
Maps will not lie [x3] in me

Grow ancient gardens the cameras you found in me
Peel off the labels you had from the start of me

Oh my sweet fairy our hearts did us wrong
But ?? of bodies won't carry us on
And more moons than our eyes can recount and stars

Yet they did that we see the same things
Sweet that they did that we swim in their seas

Fish lie down to keep our hand from falling