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Can you tell a fish from a bird?
Can you tell a ball from a bowl?
Can you tell the young from the old?
Can you tell where we can find the way to go?
A green field under a cold stir rail
A smile behind the thick veil
Hot ashes around trees
Hot air devoured a cool breeze
How I wish
How I wish you were here
Have we found the same fear
The same cage we stay alone
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