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It cries to the dawning, To the light of the storm. It cries out to the flesh, Of which was once mourned.   The cries, oh the cries,
So worried about what others see never allowing yourself to truly be free focused on the expectations of humanity
To all that is black and white the darkest fear of night To the heart that is unfaithful the scent is now distasteful   The ticking of the clock the rocking chair won't rock
I call that change come to us, by us, for us, change of the the eyes that don't trust, and misjudge, and sum up, without a single word spoken.  Gone do i want the wall that, board up,
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