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Rendezvous

Track 01 - 3:28

4.8 MEG



Clarissa was
outside with me,
in the park,
after dark,
by the thing,
near the tree.
Meteors were
everywhere...
shooting stars!

"Well, technically, they're meteorites," she said, "Now that they've hit the atmosphere."
"Magnetically,
unto their doom,
these rocks,
you have lead,"
I said.
And she laughed. 
She said, "Oooh!
but I could blame
this on you."
And so, a new 
understanding 
was made
on the ground, 
where we found
that we both
could agree.
And with an 
inter-meta-cognative
sentiment of intent,
we grew hushed...
we drew close...
and as 
Andromeda rose...
Meteors were
everywhere...
shooting stars!

Bewitchingly, from regal heights, these poor stars, she had loosed.
I was imprisoned
in Elysium
with this luminous,
provocateur.
"Magnetically,
unto their doom,
these rocks,
you have lead,"
I said.
Meteors were
everywhere...
Shooting stars!
Bewitchingly, from regal heights, these poor stars, she had loosed.
I was imprisoned
in Elysium
with this luminous,
provocateur.