Could you stand on my shoes..
Could you stand on my field till dawn..
Could you see it with your own..
Could you ?
Since we cannot create rock from thin air..
Since we don't have words to to line out every different view
Since..
We don't have time..
Since then..
My shoes..
My life..
In this field..
Is me..
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