I’ll never know if I go to sleep

Things I have loved I am allowed to keep
I’ll never know if I go to sleep
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Flowers – Regina Spektor

The sweet caresses of May

For those who still can recall

The desperate colors of fall

The sweet caresses of May

Only in poems remain

 

The Sword and the Pen - Regina Spektor

If you just hold in your breath

If you just hold in your breath
'Til you come back up in full
Hold in your breath
'Til you've thought it through
You fool

They made it past the enemy lines

They started out beneath the knowledge tree.
Then they chopped it down to make white picket fences,
And, marching along the railroad tracks,
They smile real wide for the camera lenses.
They made it past the enemy lines
Just to become enslaved in the assembly lines.