oh devendra.
swinging in your canyon. you have neil young just down the road.
a boy travelled the length of a country to meet you, and you put him in your band.
crazed girls climb in your sleeping window and in the morning you make them tea.
leaves fall over your porch all year long. when you were a kid you named yourself 'the christmas spirit'
and dressed up in your mothers clothes.
i think you're wonderful. i think you're wonder.
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