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My Friend

My friend
my happy mysterious lover
I held her as she cried
She watched me as I shook my raised fist

We have to find a way to live here
How can we free them
if they abuse us
with their childish obsessions day after day
we asked?

I live alone
She lives with the holy one
We meet in dreams, shispered secrets
and transcontinental, universal flights

I draw her form
She dances to my song
We have been properly introduced
We share the master's food
with the children of ignorance.

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