kill them softly if they feel over naughty
fool the mighty
and leave some mystery in people's mind
now rooted in soil
around the body one should create the sun
rise for the one
take many across dreamed day's and all their troubled ways
for arms carry and share
spaces float through my hair
spinning the love zone
not knowing where or when
how to do the things that we do
traditionally keeping color from color
and land from land
not until them lift out fear
can one be won
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