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Mar 2013
We are the last song of Zion.
All we ask of you
is a longer road
to carry the weight on.

What are we to do with
gray forms
or a silver spoon?
We are starving for color.
Open the window,
let the light in.

We are the lost heart of Babylon.
All we ask of you
is a better note to die on.

We were free once,
we were free.
We were blue skies.
We were sparrows singing to the trees.

We are the namesake of Eden.
All we ask of you is redemption.

We were free once.
We were free.
We we're blue skies
We were sparrows in the trees
We were alive once
We had dreams
We were free once
We were free

Now, are you filled with regret?
Was it the only way.
Do the memories fill your head
Do they waltz with the pictures on the wall
Where she wants, patiently
To **** you all.
Chloe Sayre
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Chloe Sayre  NJ
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