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Lletres: Matt Pond PA. The Dark Leaves. Brooklyn Fawn.

There's a fawn with brown eyes
A broken hoof from Brooklyn stars
A summer night

I dreamt I learned how not to speak
Let go of words
Let go of her to let her be

There's a fawn in all my dreams
I guard the sun, I guard the moon
I don't need sleep

With my mouth I shake the leaves
Your eyes get wide, you want to leave

When I write my clumsy heart
Will crack its cage, shoot stars apart

Last night I tore through the cupboards
The medicine already gone
I stumbled past the discovery
Waiting and willing for dawn

I believe I know what's right
What comes into long Brooklyn nights

With belief the moon will rise
Give to the shore then turn the tide

There's a fawn of city trees of sidewalk grass
She won't belong, no, not to me

There's a fawn with brown eyes
A broken hoof from Brooklyn stars
A summer night