Gray-faced Eyes burnt out
Flames are gone
Gloves are on
I have a feeling
Love's gone mad
We're too similar
I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What at mess I leave To follow
(words by Daughter, "If you leave....")
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