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Ahmir and the Solitary Horse (part 2)
No matter where I go
if I swim against the sea
every english accent I hear
in song sings the same to me
All my fellow prisoners
will tend to agree
that even when the gate's open
we still fear to be free.
And lo these days wisp away
like steam from boiling tea
for they're short and evil and small
just like little old me
I'll call to the heavens
just above the tops of the trees
for answers and freedoms
to come in sets of threes.
The farther I spread my arms
the further I go away
until what remains of yesterday
was just a shadow of today.
