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give me your height
I need your vision
to see it all differently
I'm seeing a mirror reflecting
but what do you see?
do you see
a footprint on the bottom of the ocean?
a mosquito caught in the wind?
opening my eyes
it’s only parts again
pulling on the wire
but nothing’s coming in
nothing's coming in
a whisper in a thunderstorm
a mosquito caught in the wind

a song, open for suggestions, this is pretty rough

22 Jun 07

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