A field with no flowers
A child with no name
Give me these things
And try to stay the same
Walk down the street
In the middle of the day
Fall in a dark hole
Freedom of choice
Is what you pay
The sun comes up
In your world of smoke
They laugh at you
Think you're nothing but a joke
But who are they
To smile so
A book with no words
A song with no sound
Give me these things
And fall to the ground.
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