Each of these My three babies I will carry with me For myself I ask no one else will be Mother to these three And of course I'm like a wild horse But there's no other way I could be Water + feed Are not tools that I need For the thing that I've chosen to be In my soul My blood + my bones I have wrapped your cold bodies around me The face on you
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