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Walking,
walking

walking.

The birds fly
but here,
we walk.
the church bells,
they keep ringing,
but we turn deaf ears.
Someday we’ll hear,
but that day is too far.
The feeling of other bodies
pressed all around
we don’t feel,
we
don’t
feel.
The day we do
is the day we die.
Maybe someday,
someday we’ll feel.
But today, we follow.,
we follow our orders,
and we walk, walk, walk,
and we don’t feel,
we don’t feel.



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