Our feelings are butterflies
They listen to the rain
Our hearts are rivers
but rivers are liars
Our eyes are lights
They feel in the dark
Our lungs are mountains
They get caught in the sky
Our hands are like teachers
They can go many ways
Our people are blood
Their red like truth.
They listen to the rain
Our hearts are rivers
but rivers are liars
Our eyes are lights
They feel in the dark
Our lungs are mountains
They get caught in the sky
Our hands are like teachers
They can go many ways
Our people are blood
Their red like truth.
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