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Lone

Image of a boy (is he

Longing to be a man ? )


//


The girl child song

Begging

COME

TAKE ME TO YOUR BED

RIGHT NOW


)(



The gentle grace



//

Overcome again


( all humility is gone )


//


The winds of change



//

The power of healing

Turned unto judgment and scorn


••


The 4 girls


The dance



The lingering


Of the feeling


Of pure freedom


•••


See the

***** in the shadows of


The razor blade dream

******* hate and slime

all over the place

Cursing their own loving heart

Which they are determined to ****

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Lone


The image


Lone


The child

::


We


Alone

Blown away





We are not really here at all

)(

True love calls

)(


But we are too busy

And so true love flees


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