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We followed her song
Into the painted grey sea
Under the black rock houses
Controlled by desire,
A desire to control.

We listen without hearing the truth in her words,
The song she plays endlessly
Waiting for us to dance.

In our deep holes
We go farther,
Retreating from her voice,
From the purity it provides
The shelter it can give.

Buried low,
Her song is gone,
Entirely muffled
By our black rock houses
Built under a painted grey sea.

Listening is too painful
So we cower,
Waiting for her
To come to us
And sing.



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