What we speak
Becomes the house we live in.
Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Right above
It?
Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,
"I will be your slave."
The moon
Covers her face with both hands
And cannot bear
Becomes the house we live in.
Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Right above
It?
Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,
"I will be your slave."
The moon
Covers her face with both hands
And cannot bear
To look.
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