Goes striagth t i m cllear a s a falcon a falconer that man weho has yahwaiae cocin bird on his tassled trowers brid snort san bit and flys free. not a free land land no more this section is mark ed for them and that one os for ys merica is geitttinf merciles ans a bottemless packagede of peaches i realsiecexed and exabstract easy live is marked foar mor no more fear
kinda a ball of hate that taps on my own shoulder and I don't want to own that
I can be clear as a crystal liver and like a river lay it all out for you
I'm just sick and tired of being so talented and unused
I'm like free never ending blood for the people that need it so bad
We know what it's like my light
we're the lamps the thrive while the sun sleeps
we make it beautiful
you make me alive
i love you
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