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2d
i could say so much stuff
so much lies
so much hate

perhaps the lullaby
the lullaby my mother sang
taught me how to be kind

the woods are on fire
the animals are on fire

so much lies
so much hate

perhaps
perhaps the gentle coos
the gentle coos of their mothers
taught them to be kind

they will remain kind.
i will remain kind.

driven by instinct,
or driven by heart.
even if we are kind,
we keep on fire.
oh, god, how can i remain kind,
when the whole world’s blind?
ivan
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ivan  14/M/Brazil
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