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Pauline Morris Jul 2016
If I can not fly
Let at lest my voice touch the sky

If I can't sing
Then let the rain do it's thing

If I can't be washed clean
If I remain stuck here in between

Go ahead and ring that bell
Call the devil to rush me off to hell

I just don't care
I'm afraid I'm already there

— The End —