Aurora my love Do not scrutinize A slap on the
Feather white in morning light you Cut a shape in
Skin, Cloth and bone They will be taken down to
Roses red Violets blue The passengers drowned With the silver
Julie June come back to me I’m not the man
There’s a small hole in the back of your shirt
I am running from my government Wanted for the crimes
I will always ask I will always wonder I don’t
I am not the man I thought I was I
I am so ashamed, I am so ashamed of all
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