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Her sleeves of compassion juice my mind Materalism tears seem to grow wings of kind this rain waxes new worlds oh the juice of my brain Set my sample fantasies on blind edge, broken heart
why is mute: so hard for you? get it in your brain  it's not so hard to compute  words couldn't help with the pain  that became..so acute  so in-tuned  with who i was 
  I would like to learn how to draw an otter   My mother’s at sea and I’m her daughter   I daren’t go; I’m so scared of water  
"My destiny calls  I fight the urge to fall  As if death could be worse I wish to break this curse But as I look around I hear a strange new sound Laughter in the depths Allowing me to rest."
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