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I ask and no one answers me.
INSIDE ROARE
I ask and no one answers me.
Who knows what a freshly cut meadow smells like,
who knows what motherwort tea tastes like.
Who found the key where you can lock the door to childhood
who found a way to live.
And I wonder where I even belong
to whom and who will like me.
I wish I could grow wings and fly away.
And I ask who does the land belong to?
When you sold her all!!!
Who knows how sour an unripe apple is,
who knows who likes too much.
Who knows how bitter love is
when it is one-sided.
And I wonder where I even belong
to whom and who will like me.
I wish I could grow wings and fly away.
And I ask who does the land belong to?
When you sold her all!!!
And I wonder where I even belong
to whom and who will like me.
I ask and no one answers me.
Who knows what a freshly cut meadow smells like,
who knows what motherwort tea tastes like.
Who found the key where you can lock the door to childhood
who found a way to live.
And I wonder where I even belong
to whom and who will like me.
I wish I could grow wings and fly away.
And I ask who does the land belong to?
When you sold her all!!!
Who knows how sour an unripe apple is,
who knows who likes too much.
Who knows how bitter love is
when it is one-sided.
And I wonder where I even belong
to whom and who will like me.
I wish I could grow wings and fly away.
And I ask who does the land belong to?
When you sold her all!!!
And I wonder where I even belong
to whom and who will like me.
Published 3rd Sep 2024
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