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In the small hours
I realize what I have done.
In the small hours
I realize what I have done.
I held the hand
That threw the stone
That killed the bird
That woke the city.
I held the hand
That threw the stone
That killed the bird
That woke the city.
And I could not feel
The flower in my hand.
And I could not feel
The cracks beneath my feet
And black holes in the sand,
And black holes in the sand…
In the small hours
I realize what I have done.
In the small hours
I realize what I have done.
I held the hand
That threw the stone
That killed the bird
That woke the city.
I held the hand
That threw the stone
That killed the bird
That woke the city.
And I could not feel
The flower in my hand.
And I could not feel
The cracks beneath my feet
And black holes in the sand,
And black holes in the sand,
And black holes in the sand,
And black holes in the sand…
Em
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