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I have crickets living with me Little chirping limbs are coaxing Me to see you can’t be lonely When crickets live inside your clothing Crickets living in my coat sleeves Little chirping limbs are coaxing Me to see I must be the one To have you be the one Who loves me I suppose if there were no reason It wouldn’t be my coat they sing in Because crickets hold no intent Of being loved or being lucky And I am both from what you've shown So feather fingers if I am truly Made of one million glowing constellations Then I think I owe it to you to Try to be every hallucination You see in me Thank you feather fingers for Believing there is more out Here than what we’re seeing That there is more than just a canvas ceiling Hanging above our heads with no meaning For reminding me the sun will come, Just when we think it has given up And that it truly is enough To be alive and be in love For being the reason the birds Keep singing and for being What the sky’s been needing What you see in me are just hallucinations I know it’s you who are the glowing constellations I’m only reflecting your perfections I know I’m lucky, feather fingers