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i have never (been in love) walked hand in hand along moonbeam sand with waves drifting from the sky (stole a kiss) never have i stared into firework sparkling leaping eyes and felt the ocean go off between us; never have i dreamt in piles of sky wishing down at the world floating beneath me (danced all night) never have i sat cross-legged in the light of a tree with nothing but you at my side (but i fear no lonesome endless time for you are out there living) we're strangers still (for years to come) but my mind is home at you so heart in heart we two will love while stars spin wildly dancing; apart until (we meet at last) we c

Liam says that the sky used to be blue. He says that in the Old Days, back and back and back, so long ago that the air was clear enough the stars burned at night and they lit the world on fire, the blue was so brilliant and real that it hurt to look at for too long. Liam says that when colors existed, they were so commonplace that you didn't think twice if you saw a patch of purple or green. He says that seeing pure hues was as natural as love and almost as beautiful, and that people used to be all sorts of shades and tones and warmths, too. But when I'm looking out of the window of the block I share with Liam, staring down at the piled