Sometimes, everything must go
The windows are rattling
As spring winds blow
Clearing out the clutter of last year in tow
Dredges from ditches of ideas that flow
Sometimes everything must go
And it's like I need to let go
Of all those fugitive pieces I stole
Shards of hearts exploded
Glass animals collected in menageries
They all got shattered
Precious though they were
They are all dust in the desert now
Everything must go
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