You open your hands and we fly across the valley
Don't we?
We're building red our walls now
Digging out the clay from underneath
My bones are made of rubber
Swinging back and forth in sunlight
Today I'm picking berries
Tomorrow watching him go packing
I built myself a shelter
Hiding in the ether mist-lands
Sleeping with the dragons
Running from the bleak October
Run, my little child now
Far away from growing older
For though you may be sheltered
The only way from up is deeper

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