.If you prick us donât it sting
if you kick us wonât it hurt
I am wrapped in scraps of linen and pieces of peopleâs old shirts
but way way underneath all these sticky bands
I hold all my dreams right here in my hands
I will rise from the tomb like an infant emerging from the .
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