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The soul picks at cuticles in concentration
In the rollercoaster I cling to my body as if I was separating
See low white clouds posing like silly ghosts with hands thrown up
The sky is limitless however high you fly you know you'll fall down down here
Yet jump into a sea and you disappear leaving a bubble
Two people exclude everyone else - if one of them should die what is the other to do?
Cry, cry, you can reach the end, finally the kitten in the bag pulls in its tail behind it
Are you alone? Yes, the friends I love most are far South -
And I act as if distances are impermeable
Take my face in my hands and show it around
Mirrors will keep screaming night after night tirelessly for faces
Every man is my husband Every woman my wife One day we will unite
