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If Pigs Could Fly

If pigs could fly
I’ll meet you at the restaurant at the end of the universe
We’ll talk about the world and things that may not matter

If pigs could fly
We’ll visit the planets and get lost in voids
Only to be found again smiling, infused with endorphins

If pigs could fly
We’ll be stripped naked with nothing between us
Come undone like satin ribbons that bind silky tresses

If pigs could fly
You’ll say it was all a bad dream
That we are safe with what we have and you are still here

If pigs could fly
My tears will be ones of blissful emancipation
The insufferable heartache will cease to exist

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