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  • DAUGHTER OF MAN

    Even if I hurt, I will wipe the tears from my eyes
    circumvent the obstacles of the sea,
    skip the darkness of pits,
    escape the venom of snakes,
    and leap into the melting pastels.

    I am wary of man.
    even if he vows;
    you are the one.
    forever.
    I will yearn no more;
    waiting in vain,
    injured and dripping as if shot.
    I will wrap my sorrow as a gift
    and send it far beyond the sea,
    to the place of shadows and light
    of my youth.

    And when my body collapses,
    I'll free my spirit from steel and
    soar to a place where
    the earth emits fragrance of life
    the wind kisses daffodils’ hearts
    a baby shines primordial and pure.

    I will flee from you and your deceitful ways

    I, daughter of man.






    DAUGHTER OF MAN

    Even if I hurt, I will wipe the tears from my eyes
    circumvent the obstacles of the sea,
    skip the darkness of pits,
    escape the venom of snakes,
    and leap into the melting pastels.

    I am wary of man.
    even if he vows;
    you are the one.
    forever.
    I will yearn no more;
    waiting in vain,
    injured and dripping as if shot.
    I will wrap my sorrow as a gift
    and send it far beyond the sea,
    to the place of shadows and light
    of my youth.

    And when my body collapses,
    I'll free my spirit from steel and
    soar to a place where
    the earth emits fragrance of life
    the wind kisses daffodils’ hearts
    a baby shines primordial and pure.

    I will flee from you and your deceitful ways

    I, daughter of man.
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