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...right. i imagine you, smoke curling from subtle lips, singing. you know why the caged bird sings. you know where my dreams go when i wake. and somehow in the silence ...with the right thing in my head. you know better than all, baby sister, what an ... night, hoping this miracle breeze carries them to you. you know why the caged bird sings. you know where my dreams go when i wake.

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Published: 6 months ago (Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:59:18 PDT); 1402 bytes
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