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Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask noone else will be
Mother to these three
And of course
I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be
Water + feed
Are not tods that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be
In my soul
My blood + my bones
I have rapped your cold bodies around me
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me
Each of these
My three babies
I was not willing to leave
Thought I tried
I blasphemed + denied
I know they will be returned to me
Each of these
My babies
Have brought you closer to me
No longer made like a horse
I'm still wild but not lost
From the thing I've chosen to be
And it's 'cos you've thrilled me
Silended me
Stilled me
Proved things I never believed
The face on you
The smell of you
Will allways be with me
(repeat this verse)
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