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Wounded Enter dark Thru the heart To the root, a hollow tree Narrow steep Follow deep To find the wounded in me To find the wounded in me Voices fly Whispers cry Fear allows, silence flees Eyes alive Open wide To find the wounded in me To find the wounded in me A shallow mine Left behind A buried stone, a poison seed Digging slow Row by row To find the wounded in me To find the wounded in me To kill the wounded in me. |