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Gentle sunrays, the soft sound of birds The now-empty layout that you loved The pieces of paint that have fallen off The two stained plates we bought We put a tight lid On every means pf play that we were used to The wide room that revives us Is so bright it’s as if nothing happened We’re getting out of the cage that’s gotten tight Will we smile in exactly the same way? I’m thinner now than I am in the old photos The lines on my face and the thickness of my eyelids are different And you, your waist-length hair Looked like an amber mane I thought I could paint out The deeds from those lonely days Hidden behind my sharp eyes With a paint called “me” We’re getting out of the cage that’s gotten tight Will we look for the same kind of people again? I love you so much... We’re getting out of the cage that’s gotten tight Don’t look for me anymore, wherever I am I’ll let you out of the cage that’s gotten tight Will you smile in exactly the same way?
