"You spend your whole life just to remember the sound
When the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down
Call it survival, call it freedom of will
When breath is our own, our compass needle standing still...
Cry wolf, cry mercy, cry the name of the one you were raised to believe
Cry heart, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears if it helps you breathe
It helps you, if it helps you breathe."
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