Give me back my own parts
That you were so innocently given
I am laying the bricks anew,
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Do you not hear my pain in the crashing of the waves
Smashing my heart upon the beach?
Do you not hear my screams in the wind
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In the city, the soft rain reminds me of the wild lands
The seagulls cries timid echoes of their sea kin
and the swish of traffic a cruel ocean.
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