Marriott-Lane-O'Sullivan
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This feeling of spring like the wing of a bird that is flying,
The nights they go cold as my mind does go old and I'm looked at,
A Inspected, hated, accepted
The wise men they wrangle, their minds look for angles and meaning (meaning!),
But the ceiling is light as I glide through the night and I'm leaving,
Living, being, mmm - mmm - mmm
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