It’s a cell, where I live
Both room-size and building
It is walls, walls and walls
As if cell in the hive
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By the book
To my knees in these graves
I think that I’m walking
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Those hands
Round and small
Lifted me as if a book
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On ice I write
I look for sun
Sun come shine on
Melt all my works
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Animal Farm
The news on papers, sites and yahoo
Politics as dirty as they’ve been forever
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I watch this and get sick
Sick of past that is yours and is mine
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