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(Source: I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got)
| Each of these, |
| My three babies, |
| I will carry with me. |
| For myself, |
| I ask no one else will be |
| Mother to these three. |
| And, of course, |
| I'm like a wild horse |
| But there's no other way I could be. |
| Water & feed |
| Are not tools that I need |
| For the thing that I've chosen to be. |
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| In my soul, |
| My blood & my bones, |
| I have wrapped your cold bodies around me, oh, |
| The face on you, |
| The smell of you, |
| Will always be with me. |
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| Each of these, |
| My three babies, |
| I was not willing to leave. |
| Though I tried, |
| I blasphemed & denied, |
| I know they will be returned to me. |
| Each of these, |
| My babies, |
| Have brought you closer to me. |
| No longer mad like a horse, |
| I'm still wild, but not lost |
| From the thing that I've chosen to be. |
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| And it's 'cos you've thrilled me, |
| Silenced me, |
| Stilled me, |
| Proved things I never believed, oh, |
| The face on you, |
| The smell of you, |
| Will always be with me. |
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| Each of these, |
| My three babies, |
| I will carry with me. |
| For myself, |
| I ask no one else will be |
| Mother to these three. |
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