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sally, we've been thrown in
into a limestone riverbed
roots that, in the cliffside
give up growing
when I grab on the way down
But I woke, sharp and hungry
still a summer, in the afternoon
raised up, from the water,
but our brother
couldn't carry me
...
ka! ka!
...
but I'll find my own way out of here
I'll find my own way out of here
later, in the hallway
killing crickets, with my oldest friends
we laugh, free and feral
with the power
in our innocence
oh, is this so cruel?
how fare you?
but I'll find my own way out of here
I'll find my own way out of here
...
ka! ka!
...
Is this so cruel?
How fare you?
But I'll find my own way out of here
I'll find my own way out of here
January grows so strange and dangerous
Feral children hide their songs in all of us.

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