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Bird's Eye
Somewhere over New Mexico I picked up my trail I've been here before and recognize the naked feet in the sand. For years I kissed this sky, sun soaked and drifting. Existing in two worlds, I dissappointed everyone. But here, in the interim, my words come back haunting, borne upon the wind, a leaf a feather -- all that I am. Memories in a cloudy script -- all that I have. But here, above the sand, is where feet will fall. |
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