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Mar 2013
Follow the ladder on my arm,
I made it myself.

I use it to put my hopes
out of reach on a shelf.

The higher I put them,
the more rungs I add...
the higher I put them,
the more I am sad...

Follow the ladder on my arm,
it's here to stay.

Come with me,
if you may...
Silent Zee
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Silent Zee  CT, U.S.A.
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