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Nov 2017
I'm praying your soul is resting
but you can't hear me

All of us
caught blind in a lie

were flying underwater
I learned from my mother

falling into a deep slumber

thunder screams
I'm scared of the bird
that flies around my room
living behind three walls
I know they can see it all

somebody
someone
at night
there's a fire in
the sky
eileen
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eileen
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     Glassmuncher and Shay Moore
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