five fingers form a hand once found myself limbless, wanting walking wounded in dust and heat seeking what can't be sought and there's no carrier birds to tell you kindness of strangers lost in paradise, diverted from our goal of our home should we stay or move on towards something we don't know and no phone to talk to your machine Again, things change Stay the same does some in The mind wonders at how or why Just the five to reunite and No chance to say: I miss you
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