No I don't, my
green greysilver,
blue-eyed hazel
girl.
I don't ever
remember what we used
when we used what we used
to sing. What we used
to be.
What we
'We've
used up
what we
used.
To be'
- Peter Gabriel
I draw the line.
The line of strength
that pulls me through
the fear. Here
comes
the flood.
It's
in
your eyes
that I was loved.
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