I looked at the sun through filters
The hate it drove out lots of colours(? ) or: I hate to provoke lots of colours
Took off high like a feather
Blown to the ground on my shoulder
Are you ok?
Do you need a hand?
Let me go
Leave me here
Go back home
You just go
I could hear two sounds in the air
The leaving steps of a guilty sister
The other sound was the water
I leaned and looked into her river
Thanks for the favour
The world little sister(? )
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