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| While she figures out which way to go |
| Silence, she walks through the desert, her own little kingdom Black birds are laughing underneath the sun as she buries a flower in the sand Hot days passing slow No directions, Nowhere to go Wisdom, acts like they know Planting seeds that won't grow Probably anything, everyone's beautiful thought the sun did not shine. Blind is the one who wastes all his years without noticing how beautiful she is Hot days passing slow No directions, Nowhere to go Wisdom, acts like they know Planting seeds that won't grow Cracks a smile and flyes away She opens up and finds a way and finds a way Hot days passing slow No directions, Nowhere to go Wisdom, acts like they know Planting seeds that won't grow |
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