Violet feathers wisp like acceptance
The world has no rest
Times are fences and evil
Will you take me in?
Into your eyes like a sea
I saw you like a blue rainbow
You were the clouds of sorrow
At a little Cambridge shop
You looked at me with hope
I bought you a little angel
Political movements are so dry
So lonely
Hearts need homes
Tonight street poets are reading
At Central Square, do you want to go?
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