humpty dumpty
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Here, a small Freedom found
in the night, when They sleep.
Open the door, stealthy, slow,
That old skill at silence returning.
Low in the bushes
a rustle and startle -
stifle that laugh.
A small turtle flees
from me?
In the sky a star falls down,
a streak and
I wish. Isn't that what you are supposed
to do?
in the night, when They sleep.
Open the door, stealthy, slow,
That old skill at silence returning.
Low in the bushes
a rustle and startle -
stifle that laugh.
A small turtle flees
from me?
In the sky a star falls down,
a streak and
I wish. Isn't that what you are supposed
to do?