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like a bird my soul wants to fly away

.far, far away where no one can

find me i know i'am bad i know all

the sins i have done, but some how

i just want to start all over

. to when i

was born when i was golden.

golden and didn't understand

the evil thats in the world

when you couldn't call me a sinner

,when all i knew was god , and that

god is love and love is god.

when every one around me looked

like angels beautiful sinless

angels. i have seen the evil in the world

now i know nothing golden can stay.

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