Seeking the outside
that is where I'll be
mother and father
let me be free
Clinging to your proverbs
In darkness I followed you
in winter I sat
my soul grew fat
Now that I've simplified
you no longer are deified
you don't know everything
But I won't let on!
Not to worry!
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