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22 lines
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Executable File
Standing by the window
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Eyes upon the moon
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Hoping that the memory
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Will leave her spirit soon
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She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed
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Where images and words are running deep
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She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head
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So quietly she lays and waits for sleep
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She stares at the ceiling and tries not to think
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And pictures the chain she's been trying to link again
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But the feeling is gone
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And water can't cover her memory
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And ashes can't answer her pain
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God give me the power to take breath from a breeze
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And call life from a cold metal frame
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In with the ashes
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Or up with the smoke from the fire
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With wings up in heaven
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Or here, lying in bed
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Palm of her hand to my head
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Now and forever curled
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In my heart and the heart of the world |