There's a painting of a ship,
The sails are made of string,
Christmas lights hang down from the sky,
I promise and I plea to a computer screen,
To do my best from August to July…
There's a painting of a bridge,
But from where I used to live,
Everything's gone alright,
What my brother could have been,
That's what I've been wondering,
from Hawthorne to Hennepin
to Brooklyn and back again…
There's a painting of a priest
Underneath the hancock train
Christmas lights hang down from the sky,
Paper dolls say pray to a water-color stain
to keep us safe from August to July…
August to July…
August to July...
August to July...
July...

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