Heaven
All the heavens of the world
Are you looking for anything
Heaven with eyes bright green
Everyday my eyes are older
I grow a bit closer to you
Hats
All the hats of the world
I don't know how I wear a hat so much
Even when I run
The city can't see my eyes
Under the brim
I play a game of tennis
Passing violins are blind
Mother
Oh mothers of the world
A singer with eyes closed
Singer on the 5th floor
Your hats that I wear when you disappear
How could you see that everyday I talk to you
Mister
All the misters of the world
What are you wearing
How can I escape you
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