Where are you pretty child?
In the nests of laughter
Is your smile trite?
Will you ask yourself?
When are you ready to fly?
Are there any answers which you owe
From me and them?
Will love happen for once
Or till the end?
There are quiet whispers I see
Which drip from the trees,
And they ask me,
Will you try to be?
Someone you never tried to be.
Was there a single moment,
Where love was hopelessly free?
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