30 march 2013
Learn to fly
if you want to leave
cross the door
and forget own name
never ever call you man
you had many friends
between the walls
shadow shows you window
maybe the bus stop
never tell
there is a park
in your tree nobody
so many years
you can leave
even now `cause window
everybody needs the light
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