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I heard that the wall was tall,
I heard that the days were sweet,
I heard that my face in yours,
I heard a sense of peace,
I see in between two blankets,
I feel the cold and iron,
Reflecting me upon the body,
Casted out to sea.

I wish that wishing helped it matter,
I wish that you could see,
I wish that I was free.

I open eye,
I open mine,
I wish that I was free

◄ Mother's Children

Red and green things ►


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