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Toy Boy

Jupiter, Mars, The Sun, The Stars,
I’d grab them all to break theses bars,
Hide, dance and sing and jump and cry,
Live strong and true, So I don’t die,
For it was my wrong that writes this song,
Your happiness, unquenchable, even in your sin,
Brought on by a country, fighting for him,
Look me in the eye, see my love,
Then it’s your choice, your voice,
I so long to hear, let me hear,
Things out of our control separate our joy,
Let me be your healer, let me be your toy.

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