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and one day we will die,
and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea.
but for now we are young;
let us lay in the sun,
and count every beautiful thing we can see.
love to be,
in the arms of all i’m keeping here with me.

can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all.

neutral milk hotel – in the aeroplane over the sea.

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