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Taking the sad wings
In the darkness, we fly.
Clouds made from rain
Blow in
and
Blow out
Carrying our dreams and us fly
If freedom and faith
is always too far away,
If the life we could vibrate our wings
is always not be able to be found
We would rather leave.
When out pain has no where to escape
We ask for being taken off.
When the alcohol burns up our bodies,
Our mind is dropping in to calmness!
Calm without harm
Calm without noise
Calm without arguement
Calm withou ... |
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