shackles
bright eyes
"
you'll
be
free
,
child
,
once
you
have
died
from
the
shackles
of
language
and
measurable
time
and
then
we
can
trade
places
play
musical graves
til
then
,
walk
away
walk
away
walk
away
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from