Perfect Mission

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What will you wish we’ll talk about
What do you hope to say
Come undercover with me
Don we a cloak and pray

Silent for that which we have seen
In awe for all you’ve not 
Lean I this close in to you
Perfect mission our lot

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 Sweltering so 
the crickets knew something had to give. 
The call to come 
always interrupts dinner. 
Words 
that cannot be uttered at this table. 
Take leave to scream at the sky.
But we will return. 
Honestly.