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Deprive Me Feeling deprived, Of what? Nothing. Wide eyed and beautiful, I cry. I see my world, And it is crumbling Around me. To recreate an essence Of life? My soul Is full Of atrophy. But an infant, Beginning to learn, With new eyes, I see.
Deprive Me Feeling deprived, Of what? Nothing. Wide eyed and beautiful, I cry. I see my world, And it is crumbling Around me. To recreate an essence Of life? My soul Is full Of atrophy. But an infant, Beginning to learn, With new eyes, I see.