Falling falling floating floating
Is that the wind,That is gloating?
I rise and fall i shift and change
I fear them all,The hidden chains..
They whip or wallow at my door
yet sickly,I always ask for more..
I stay here in the chamber of slaves
And servants of old,And here I shall stay untill the day...
That wonderland is freed...
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