Like a storm in a teacup
Billowing from east to west
Trembling at it's foundation
In a horrible situation
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Maternal mothers rapport even when in distress
Connected hopes even in blizzards
Temporary strong hopes even in a bleak future
Does not answer the question
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When the rabbit ran behind those grasses under the mango tree
When a small yellow bird flew across the scenic window view
And the parrot on top of the palm tree just keeps the music on
It was all a play to remember
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I want to dream of flying
Soaring high
High up in the skies
High above my sorrows
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Cry for me under the rain
Because I long to be with you
But short has my hopes been cut
Under the rain we met
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The story of a hopeless mother
Lost in a wild village
Taken out at night from her cottage
But only for the baby she carries she doth bother
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What a tragedy that man be born with wings!
What a funny sight to behold!
What great evil he would accomplish!
What measure of conflict would exist!
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Nothing more or less keeps me terrified at night
Than the frightening shadow of my love
Had she known
How much I shiver around her
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I have a future
I built with with bricks and cement
And rods and rocks
But weak bonded future
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