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Come & take  a walk with me

Sweet lady of the magic mourning



Heal
The world with honest pain

that reveals all origins

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we are in love with the useless love

That is mere infantile  possessiveness

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Thru the daily poems we write

With childish hateful bickering

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Oh oh mother my love

Oh my sister of suffering

Come and walk away with me

Into the hills of true soul giving

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When the pain is gone for good

And we are together always



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