in the waking of the moon.
Not quite night, still see stains of day.
Not quite night, still see stains of day.
The freaks are still eating breakfast.
Hello, old... who are you now?
I know who you were. Breast fed, from similar breasts.
Learned to fly, in different nests.
I flew on a different side of the sun.
But we both came, from the same nurturing earth.
Hello, old... who are you now?
I know who you were. Breast fed, from similar breasts.
Learned to fly, in different nests.
I flew on a different side of the sun.
But we both came, from the same nurturing earth.
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