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|When I was a child I had a fever|
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain
you would not understand
This is not how I am.
|When I was a child|
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
«…Open your heart, I’m coming home» —
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried
he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
|Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air|
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and
And starts to climb towards the light
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