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Drifting on broken glass hand in hand
I let you lead me to your land.
To scare to ask where you were taking me?
I followed with my wanting heart
and open arms
I freely gave you all of me
To blind to see
The dangers in the glassy sea that soon would make me bleed
I was falling
Falling free
Willingly.
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