Life is different for us now. The world is our escape from our war zone, yet it is also our prison.
If I can't help, I must at least keep these memories for when we blow away forever soon and go on to different lands.

Yes now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

With a long and slender body
And the sweetest softest hands
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands
And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day

By Suzanne Vega

The End

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