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When you a child, you were a tomboy
And your mother at the serious way
you looked at her
And your window at night
were the star's little fires
And the lights

You tracing the lines
Of a globe your fingers
rivers, white wastes, desert shores
And the forest green and a life
In the breath of tide
And the bright mountain's

Now the are away
And such kicks are having
Slashing away at the walls
With their bitter
Sparks bloom in eyes
And they never look
Will they look tired?

On that tower from the rising seas
Their bonfires glow where a lies
And cleaning weapons
They laugh at his claws, and all
It is a beautiful night to be born to this
And grind his every to powder

Do you
Do you

She carried you to the edge
Of the river, and said
Though the is wide
You will never grow
You are bound to your
a mother and child

You will cling to your
a suckering vine
And like the rest of our
You increase and increase
all of our dreaming

Horse rider
without breathing
Day without
Song without a song