3.Pantamemoir
She writes hard, to save her sister's land
It's one of the things she lets you know
I like these things that she wants to do
I like these things I can prove it to you
Sometimes he gives her money
I'm not sure if I should like this drain
You can touch your face with a wooden hand
You can tell the time with a blade of grass
I think you better get them out
I think this time you should turn away
If the sun goes down, it's just your face...
Tell me with your body, tell me what the hell got you here
You've been acting strange for twenty-something years
You should shut your mouth and act it out
I'm not sure I learned her secret
Or, understood her gestures on the final Page
When I asked her way, she said, 'Oh, it's you...'
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