„All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.My mind it was mangled, I ran into the nightLeaving all of love’s ashes behind me.The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.The words to say I’m sorry, I haven’t found yet.I think of her often and hope whoever she’s metWill be fully aware of how precious she is.Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,”How good, how good does it feel to be free?”“

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