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This perfect day
We make our way to the end of it
With perfect grace
I lay my head in your lap and walk away
These days are sweet and strange
We're happy in our star-scattered way
Always
In this my life
In this my life as a ghost
In this my life
My happy life as a ghost
I've been lifting out the stains from the stones
Planting flowers where you'll never find my bones
Seven sisters seven stars shooting home
Shouts and whispers of a better fight in better times
A day for the sweet and strange
Or happy in some star-shattered way
Our way
In this my life
In this my life as a ghost
In this my life
My happy life as a ghost
This perfect day
I lay my shield at your feet and beg to stay
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