You have too ask me why, as you so long,
but deep as she, 'the open roaring sea
and consolations, 'where there is song
and Brought up by you/you comb my hair
arms swinging, 'walking talking us along
singing a song the child is in, waist deep;
If that voice when it decides to leave me.
Hearing what is fact you heard it not from me
that I have been so long, it is never forgotten
and any thing which finds my life in death,
res·ur·rect·ed, breath you have developed,
I hear your voice, each song come yesterday.
s.t.t.
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