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Mama Chicago
Licking the gravestones
Where does my true talent lie?
In your lover’s eyes.
Hear these words and gallop on the shores of broken horses.
Share what cannot be seen and what never can be spoken.
Lift up my dreams and touch them to the stars.
Up the pass, past the claws of shattered wood.
Alive like me, live like them, but know this as you should.
Mama Chicago
Sleep on a story so far away it quells the heart of all that’s ill.
Think well of me in the din of your curiosity.
Life’s choices;
Whispers in many voices.
Make one and raise the other and raise one and make the other.
Make one and raise the other and raise one and make the other.
Make one and raise the other and raise one and make the other.


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