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Pardon me
Return my eyes
So l can see
Who wouldn't help
Guardian angels
With clipped wings
You can try to plant stories in spit
Sore bear
Don't feed them your whispers
Excuse me
I dismember words
You won't believe
How much they can hurt
Fallen angels
Trying to fly from
Sore bears
Don't feed them your whispers
They try to plant stories in my
They try to plant stories in my spit
Sore bear
Don't feed them your whispers
