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She lays in the grass

Gathering Snails

She paints them with nail balms.

Pink's for the girls

Blue's for the boys

On two feet of string

she sits them orbiting

 Her little Cosmos

Her little Cosmos

We made our way home

Through the wax and snow

Of arcadian car wash

Hands and sponges swished

So did our tongues twist

Across the fresh wilderness

That was our first kiss

 In Our Little Cosmos

Our Little Cosmos

Down at the thrift shops

The dollar binned records

Paisley sun dresses; this cowboy booted angel

With her inconsolate black eyes

Spiral of style

She catches her old eye

 Her little cosmos

Her little cosmos

Down there at the park

Instrumental

See the moths in the street lamps

See the snails tracing crop circles

With their shiny wet trails

These men in the moonlight

They say we saw the sollipsis

There in the dark of the night

In a deep anaestesia

The girl did not fight

 For her little cosmos

For her little cosmos

For her little cosmos

Instrumental

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