"These are the stories I tell by the water
These are the stories I tell in the moonlight
These are the stories I sing along to
If you find them please love them too"
This is the cry of us factotums This is the cry of the slaves who want to jettison this hell.
I remember a time when I could play with the other kids. We saw the moon every night in the freedom of nature. Until you came with your threatening faces and moved us to a variety of cages
Made us work under the forgiving sun with tears in our eyes Made us slowly change who we were.
But now we gainsay to this torture We are the same kind as you, so please work like everybody should We want to be idiosyncratic for the right reasons; we want to speak haplologies and our own words.
This is the cry of us humans who want to sing again This is the cry of us humans who want to see the moon at home.
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