In the dream she was young, two or three she was crying wildly and I ran to her where I found her covered in liquid and blood like a rebirth, I beheld with great tenderness this babe bravely facing limitations pushing forward, looking for the way that makes all things clear looking for a way out of innocence without getting hurt, and in my fervor to spare her pain my attempts at helping fail, yet she moves forward deftly listening to guides only she can hear It is a song with strains of angels It is a song written for her It is a song she will dance to her whole life long
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In the dream she was young,
two or three
she was crying wildly and I ran to her
where I found her covered in liquid and blood
like a rebirth, I beheld with great tenderness
this babe bravely facing limitations
pushing forward, looking for the way
that makes all things clear
looking for a way out of innocence
without getting hurt,
and in my fervor to spare her pain
my attempts at helping fail,
yet she moves forward deftly listening
to guides only she can hear
It is a song with strains of angels
It is a song written for her
It is a song she will dance to her whole life long
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