No air to take me 'there';
my breath's caught in a snare.
I look through a window
that has me 'fair and square'.
I look and I swallow
my one silent prayer;
I hear my tomorrow,
wailing, full of sorrow:
"All knowledge is despair."
my breath's caught in a snare.
I look through a window
that has me 'fair and square'.
I look and I swallow
my one silent prayer;
I hear my tomorrow,
wailing, full of sorrow:
"All knowledge is despair."
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