nobody can ride the wind
with a tinned sardine
nor can she-
please free her, free her, free her.
it is bad magic, bad poison,
bad sleep in this prison.
Holy Mary, let her forget,
wake her, bring her
the water of life, give her
courage and hope and let her
be the princess and flower she is.
Touch her with mercy and grace,
please.
me, i can ride the wind on a straw,
i could do all kinds of things,
nothing i do will be enough,
and i will die,
Holy Mary, i beg you,
in you i nearly believe,
i hear you breathing.
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