pulling on a line

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the line runs through like a train in a book, or meters underwater, ending with a hook, sways in the air when there's wind enough to lift, the fine ones are boundaries when there is a rift, i'm just pulling on a line, on a line, oh i'm just pulling on a line, i'm just pulling on a line, on a line, but sometimes it pulls on me, the line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow, where only those embracing coldness would go, in whistles and in whispers and sometimes in howls, it sings to me sweetly from trees and in vowels, i'm just pulling on a line, on a line, oh i'm just pulling on a line, i'm just pulling on a line, on a line, but sometimes it pulls on me, the line, it writes itself across the dark sky, in the air, electric flashes ending with a sigh, it weaves itself into a fabric so true, and flows just like the river, graceful and blue, i'm just pulling on a line, on a line, oh i'm just pulling on a line, i'm just pulling on a line, on a line, but sometimes it pulls on me